still believes in our future.”
When we met in the moonlight
it didn’t cross my mind
to ask you
are you ‘bi?’
which ‘fence’ do you sit on?
what ‘symbol’ do you wear?
I only looked at your eyes
lips
cleft
lean forward
& made you mine
Star-children
winked & applauded
as our lips, slightly cold, brushed each other’s
knowing we are made of stardust
The moon hid behind dark matter
blushing
as I disrobed you
for moon & star-children
to be born of us
far from the world’s hate
…because somewhere I had read:
“children being born means the universe
still believes in our future”
& I whispered this to you
while entering you
& you blushed
like the moon
letting me
We were surrounded by
star motes
floating ’round us
in the night’s glee
Beautiful poem