HONEYED MOON

I wish I could fuse
my breath to your lips,
your respiration
smells like fresh meadows in
this dewy breaking of dawn-
enlivening,

sweet,

invigorating.The tides
are cadences
of my breathing,
peaceful,
endearing
and as a solitary
earth, I feel
your heaving as you revolve
around me,
o  honeyed moon.
My desire is not
epitomized
through serenading maya’s
on rooftops
or waltzing  lovebirds
on branches  of palm trees.
Sent love letters, too
or bouquet
of flowers knocking
your door,
outwit not my way
how I draw closer to you.
But I offer myself to you
tonight-  catch me,
accept me
as a handful of rice
thrown outside the window
as you rise behind
the hawaiian mountains
to fold darkness
of this starless sky.