Man on Moon
Posted: 17 Feb 2020, 01:16
Man on Moon
How I've longed to be that woman
folded within a man's arms
that I always see at an airport.
Others sweep by like water
past a creek's stone.
I stop and watch.
My arms hold the emptiness
of a sleepwalker
as I gaze at the moon
and wonder about the astronaut
shuffling across its chalky surface,
glancing down at the light
in my bedroom.
Who am I kidding?
Is love just a fantasy?
I’m a woman as plain
as a wall stripped of its paint.
He’s famous. Handsome.
Who then?
All that I long for
is the most common of lives—
to be loved, to be a wife,
a baby tethered inside me.
Why look to the moon
for answers?
I'm as lonely as Pluto,
having waited years
for a lover’s approach.
I imagine his heated entry,
his shuddering descent
my nerves trembling,
my world finally
discovered.
How I've longed to be that woman
folded within a man's arms
that I always see at an airport.
Others sweep by like water
past a creek's stone.
I stop and watch.
My arms hold the emptiness
of a sleepwalker
as I gaze at the moon
and wonder about the astronaut
shuffling across its chalky surface,
glancing down at the light
in my bedroom.
Who am I kidding?
Is love just a fantasy?
I’m a woman as plain
as a wall stripped of its paint.
He’s famous. Handsome.
Who then?
All that I long for
is the most common of lives—
to be loved, to be a wife,
a baby tethered inside me.
Why look to the moon
for answers?
I'm as lonely as Pluto,
having waited years
for a lover’s approach.
I imagine his heated entry,
his shuddering descent
my nerves trembling,
my world finally
discovered.