Is it not enough- To serve you the sky, Moon in my hand Stars a feast spread on our table Sun circling around our heads Jupiter in a small, tiny velvet box on the table Her rings sitting, stagnant Waiting For you to come down from Space.
"Did you steal the last cookie from the jar? Be honest with me." I questioned him He shook his head and said "I didn't, I promise" with the crumbs still lining his teeth.