Mooncode

Forgive me,
I’m a simple human woman,
Built of sinew and blood.

Is it any fault of mine
That a million moonsongs
Have already been sung?
Make this a million and one.

I escape the stifle of industry,
Step onto the black-topped parking lot.
Small wonder,
I am knocked out by that
Glamorous pearled vamp
Of a luscious moon,

Consumed by her luminous profusion,
Drowning in her riotous lily light,
Weak-kneed and wholly devoted.

My foolish lunatic heart longs
To present her to you,
A diamond sphere on a silver platter,
To compare your glow
With her heroic waxing fantastic.

Born fat-souled
As we were,
We relate to her
Unabated craving to radiate,
To fill center stage
Of a star-charged sky.

We cannot be flattened.
Our only diminishment,
An illusion of eclipsing.

Amidst this celestial silence,
I will speak to you only
In mooncode,
Intricacies of rhythm
Wherein my enfolded heartbeat is hidden.

If this missive
Is successfully transmitted,
Bridges the distance,
All of this will have been worth it.

When we wane,
Our light retreats,
Closed,
Hearts
Dulled by
Disappointment.

But when we are full—
Love—
When we are full,
The honey of our illumination runs
Amok.
Thunderous,
Glorious,
Superrational,
Unbidden,
Explosive.

Our brilliance is in our resilience:

We always come around.

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Photo: Earth Shine by Dylan O’Donnell