Selenophilia

Every night you watch the moon

you take comfort in knowing you’ll see her soon

you miss her every day and night 

you miss her face, like luna’s, that shine’s so bright

She resembles the moon in all of her ways

so calm and so beautiful and quiet by day

to her you are the sun and all of her stars

and you do not know how you heal all her scars

You’re a selenophile, but she does not know

that you love her and want her, to call her your own

you’re both so in love, yet you run from the word

for fear of being broken and of sounding absurd

and maybe, one night, when the moon stands before you

you’ll grab her hand and take her away too

but maybe you’ll love her too much to take her

and let her escape with some other selenophile stranger. 

Poem

She walks in the shadows, all quiet and shy. Hot as the sun, she melts me away. She walks on the road to marriage, but the man has failed to wait. She is as pure as the flower in the garden of Eden, but the man has wasted away. So she sees him and wishes to help. They live together for ever, and he becomes as Godly a she.