Moon Lovers
Why did I ever tie my lover to the moon?
Entangle him in all its phases.
Now its ascendency is his face,
its slow rise his and my history.
Just a sliver in a cloudless sky
as we began with tender hopes.
A thousand triggers on a thousand nights.
Promises of celestial guidance.
As it slumped on its back lazily,
we grew comfortable and in love.
Growing and brightening each night
towards the full moon in all its glory.
