stars are enough

He lean-dances around my skin
moon earth-bound in cycles
pulling at my tides

but I brush his dust off
push him spaceward out
but my gravity grabs him
pulls his great weight in

I sidestep sending
his mismatched attraction
slamming into a door

then shut, contained in my own space
where only his voice can reach me
he fades in my sky
journeying to another system
another galaxy construct
to hug another earth

and I sway sideways
side-tracked with a
cracked horizon
off-kilter without his lilting

I need lunar admiration
even when it flies too close
to the tides
I need a white orb
gliding by at night

but why him?
why not some other orb
like a second sun
beating down on my ground?
I think I can do without
the sounds caught in his throat
without his brazen cratered
display, such a craggy
crazy dark face...

the stars are enough for me
they shine from a distance

Young Mother Moon

my stomach clenched
when I swallowed the moon
swelled as I grew
pregnant on stardust
and hiccoughed meteorites
gliding up my throat
to shout through a
milky way toilet seat

I cringed as the flames
singed hair tendrils
framing my face

I sat with my round belly
swaying in the wide sky
without enough space
for more life to ride
on the west wind

so I fell into the grass
beams breaking from me
in fractured rods of light

another kiss

coupling coming up for air I gasp
as you beat into me
repeatedly, a pestle
grinding herbs into a mortor
a groin aching
as seeds scatter on sheets

subdued waves break
on my thighs, slowing the rage,
slowing, straining,
to engage a comfortable rhythm
in a battle waged
between a pillar and the depths -
only one can stand erect -

and I lay quietly
waiting for the storm to subside
for your eyes open wide
at that sigh from your lips -

all I wanted was another kiss