You are quiet
and for a moment that was a relief
from your constant finchy chatter,
then I realized how quiet you really were
and I wondered if you were dead

I cannot be subtle about this
I am graceless in pain
more so in anger
I do not want to play games
I dislike them
I do not play them well
If you were talking to me
I would ask what's wrong
but I think you think
maybe I ought to already know.
For that thing I am already guilty
you need not crucify me again

If you refuse to meet me here and now
then perhaps we can meet on the moon
and be moon-man lovers
trading kisses and bodies
in a lighter place of love
a love of lesser-gravity
there I can love you as I should have before
as I cannot now
because your orbit has grown cold and distant from mine
these are the things I remember thinking
but refused to tell you
because I was afraid
because you were too beautiful in the moonlight
wrapped in the tired arms of your sadness
for me to make you happy

If there is a chance left now I will take it
though I suspect your mouth, sewn shut as it is,
has already give me its answer
but I cannot resist the temptation to try again
so here I am
dirty knees and crooked tooth
asking for forgiveness
if there is any left to find

If there is, and if you can
meet me tonight on the moon
and there we'll be once again
what we never were down here

AcB 12.00