A Beautiful Night

A Beautiful Night

Hands shoved deep into his pockets

She thought, “They belong in my hair”

Shoved deep in his pockets.
(It’s the question of ownership…
With hands shoved deep in pockets
He owns himself).

Moon Goddess

Moon Goddess

I am the glorious furious Moon Goddess.
My rhythms draw you to my roundness.
I promise you no warmth.
I build you no flowers.