by Tomorrow's Man
Moon
      you've got a taste of her right at the tip of your tongue
wet your lips with it
Moon
                 thick honey-liked silver white and with milk
wet your mouth with it
Moon
         sparkle never-blinks using letters write secrets on your uvula
fill your throat with it
MOON
          lights your yawning dark
    opens yourself widerwide
let Her in
        fill your belly with
                                MILK.
