Lunar Love

I’ve always wanted to be the moon that eclipses the sun,

the eyelid that winks and collapses the earth into darkness.

 I’ve wanted for us to fall too, like an unrolling curtain,

like how the night falls slowing when the sun bends

onto the horizon like a pew, and we look towards the moon

like an altar. 

I’ve wanted for you to praise me as we lie blanketed,

talking in tongues, living and dying and living religiously

like dawn, like dusk, like dawn.  But, somehow

the air knows how to intercept us, it knows how to pull us

apart, until we align for a moment,

for a lunar eclipse.