i. Nunitus

He stroked the concavities

Of the moon

Like no one ever had before,

Fascinating her with

Mercury

And clockwork...

So like herself, she

Whispered.

 

ii. Amavi

She called him strong,

I think.

Childlike.

He slept

On the curve of her hips:

Too light,

Too restless.

 

iii. Barbara

Waking in solitude,

He found the moon's chalk

Gift

Crushed in his left pocket.