Eclipse
I’ll be the world and you the moon
for you are pale and bear her name.
I’m no earth but it’s the same.
You change my tides, make me swoon.
If gravity might draw you near,
all your craters dark I’d mine
and curve cold rivers down your spine.
Wax and wane right here, right here.
Could I be wrong to speak like this?
It’s I who write your poetry
so do you really orbit me?
Our weight is equal when we kiss.
So you’re the moon and I am, too.
Much like the pair that orbit Mars
we’ll chase each other ‘round the stars.
The planets won’t know what to do –
those nosy neighbors disapprove
of two moons that at last collide
for they would travel side by side,
an emblem of forbidden love.
We cannot crash and make rock spark.
At very least we can eclipse.
In blackness we can touch our lips
and leave cruel planets in the dark.
Who cares if this they’ll e’er forgive?
We’ll find in space a space to live.
