Cathy

Majesty

I taste the moon in the fluid of every mind.

I lap up moonlight from every eye roll.

Every eye is a mirror that asks me why

my heart is familiarly reflective.

I taste the moon in the fluid of every mind

because lunacy is a very succulent truth

to my own.

And I was drunk on my synapses when I saw you.

The moonlight died. It was a hard truth to know

you weren’t a lie.

Why so darling in every step?

Why so real in every word?

Why so vibrant in every look under such a black sky?

The moonlight died. It was a hard truth to know

you would never be a lie.

And I thought I knew drunkenness before I saw you.

I did not know how new life could feel

before my mouth felt your neck

and I kissed my own pulse.

Please, let me linger

in the majesty of me and you

even after the moon is born anew.