Man-Moon

a poem of desire

And he is made-up glam
guy-liner really is a thing!
It looks good, with blusher
just a touch, and lipstick.

We might have gone together
into the garden, a lake of perfume
between us, a shoddy handhold
and a bag of windfalls.

Here he lies like an exotic bird
whose tongue can reach 
into the deepest flower.

One hand resting on a bed of wet gold
the other writing a play, 
that ruins all the words ever spoken.

I would have him in suspenders
suspended over me, a man-moon
beaming kinky light through
translucent cloud-skin.

I would have him buttered like bread
I, one woman sandwich and a shot
of liquid fire.

photo of the chimney of my kiln at full heat...! my phone mistook it for the moon, I love the metaphorical resonance.

~ Basho

I behold you as the moon, beloved ones! My daughter has skin so fair the moths land on her at night thinking her their light and love. Like her, YOU, dear readers, are my light and my love and I worship your beams. If you have enjoyed this collection of words in this order please consider leaving a tip, recommending or restacking! My palms delight in your silver blessings.