the moon and venus dance.
the moon
slowly sprinting – still
on his knees.
and venus,
stretching
but safe – still
sitting close to the sun.
it is gravity who remembers
the human has a heart
that beats
love, sometimes
almost to death,
almost to pain
tolerated,
endured, anticipated.
eager, erratic temperatures,
that scare seeds into silence
afraid of their own words,
of feeling.
the sort of evils that strangle
wings.
everyday, more,
flight defies her.
the moon abandons
his gravity,
venus leaves
her feet.
they smile spinning
into their crashes,
eyes touch familiar faces
mouths meet trusted tastes of fresh breaths
welcomed
from a past life’s prayer.
their stars acknowledge them –
and know.
they are not of the universe
the universe is of them.
MoonWalk.