Two Poems About the Moon

OVER THE MOON

The moon says, “You cannot tell me what to do,

I am the moon.”

And I say, “This

Is a ridiculous conversation. Shut up.

Make love to me.”

Moon says, “I am, idiot. I have been

Making love to you all night.

And you, in all your glory, didn’t even

Have the good manners

To erupt in pleasure and ecstasy.

You only frowned at your disappointing dinner,

Sighed…