The moon, a diamond bauble, hangs
Glowing radiantly above the pool
Of sky. I want to reach up and
Grab it, pull it to me. The desire
Rises seemingly from the earth
Beneath my planted feet. I can

Feel it swelling in me, moving
Up through my body, spiraling with
My dancing blood. Up, winding me with it,
So that it squeezes my heart, this moonlight
In my blood, stuttering it, bringing
Tears to my eyes, and then out

The top of my head, like gossamer strings.
I am pulled towards the sky, stretching
Up and up, my fingers brush the moon
And the sky ripples. I could fall in
And it would simply swallow me, waves
Of radiance going outward, the surface growing still.