this Valentine’s Day i intend to reel in the moon for you
on a fishing pole so we can eat it for supper.
we’ll cut thick slabs of it and cover them with butter;
we’ll even drink a little wine to go with.
they’ll be more delicious than blood oranges
and sweeter than candy,
and when we’re done i’ll wipe the moondust from your skin
and put you to bed with only the night sky
hanging low above us.
