The moon keeps no secrets,
It’s filled with only blues
And oil pastel smudges.
But the moon is my secret.
The moon is what widens my pupils,
Slacks my jaw,
And I can’t help but stare in awe
Because the moon is what makes me feel human.
It’s what makes me want to kiss a pair of lips
And travel with my fingertips,
It makes me want to get in a car and drive,
Enjoy the ride,
Because the moon is what makes me feel alive.