The Moon has become Huge
The moon has become huge. It takes up a third
Of the sky. Stars scramble away in alarm, hide
In the branches of trees.
I kiss the involutions, the doorways, mouths
Into the heart.
I hold you
All night while you sleep. My arm
Goes numb. When you stir I touch my lips
To your forehead, and
You make little noises and settle again.
The gull, blown sideways, slips down the
Updraft, gives a thin wail, before dissolving
Into the lavender rush of dawn. The sun is coming up
Bigger than the moon.