“a word can be a dawn and a sure shelter.” (47)
Je Suis La Lune
Je suis la lune et j’taime.
throughout the night, the night i first caught the light in your eyes
across the opposite hemisphere of the earth
you rose and your rays splashed upon my rocky face
making it shine a silver shimmering surface,
gleaming to your touch.
but the more you rose and made the sky blue
the more i realized the surprise that came with everything that is you.
but not the good kind of surprise, like solstice, starting anew
a surprise like a meteor flung out of orbit into the side of your face
like the destruction of the whole human race.
i like the sombre
you like the lumière
when you’ve risen and are in full sight
you encompass everything in front of you,
beating your rays down upon all, looming above
craving, demanding
they feel your heat.
you bleed jealousy of anything in the shadows
i don’t understand, and i probably never will.
all i know is i loved you once, but the once thriving life that was our love
is now overwhelmingly ill. i can’t stand it and won’t take it any longer,
dear soliel, je suis la lune et je t’aime plus