Lovers on the Moon

The distance 'tween you and the world couldn't be more stark.

You are color and heat; all else is cold and dark.

Being alone in the vacuuum? It was debilitating.

The world and our embrace, though? Both are suffocating.

My lungs gasp hollow without you, and viscous with you around.

My senses all know nothing but your closeness and the ground.

I traded all the world for you; lost gravity in the barter.

Untethered to all but you, there's naught to do but cling harder.

In Love With Being In Lust

Neither now nor ever to be Mr Right,

Nor now even Mr. The-Other-Night,

My dull eyes no more lead my soul into hurt

and I've no heart to wear on the sleeve of my shirt.

No one to wait for and no one to follow

With words that ring false and gestures most hollow.

I am here neither to have nor to haunt,

Though I may miss the wanting for the sake of the want.

The Trade

The day before I heard the news

My motor ran on joy,

Unquestioning that life was just,

For I was just a boy.

The very day I heard the news,

That motor barely coughed,

But on the night I heard the news

My innocence I doffed.

I could not clothe the boy I was

In innocence so stained.

As I became a man, I swapped

That innocence for pain.

My tank's sometimes half-full of joy

Beneath that coat of pain.

My verses are as oft they were,

Before this new refrain.