The Cheshire moon sat just above the trees,
a perfect sliver of crescent,
points turned up to heaven,
so very much like your smile,
I could see nothing else in the night sky.
My hands snatched the corners of
night's blanket and pulled you down for a kiss,
scattering sequin stars
like fireflies around us.
Moonless night will miss you,
and send marching constellations
to force your return,
Close your eyes, press your face to my neck.
Let the night be so black
stars can’t see their own way.
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