Lasting Lunar Love
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The way that Saturn has his rings though chilled,
The way that moons are held in far embrace,
The way that Ganymede is grasped and thrilled
Is how I feel about your throat and face.
The other moons don’t matter. They can fly
In more than ninety orbits fixed around
His weight and light since love can amplify
Wide lunar love . . . but you are one I found.
As Nepture has his moons, though retrograde
And most important, Triton (blueish-green
And pink and truer green like life) must fade
While you and I must swerve as we careen.
The planets do not matter. Only you,
You cratered beauty, bring curved love carved true.
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