I never understood
the fingernails as moons
depiction, but when you g
rabbed my finger suddenly
I was orbiting, (saw a perf
ect pink moonrise crisp as
a sea shell, white curved pa
renthesis gently closing a s
ky) and there was a univers
e in you or you, suddenly t
he universe, a ragged moon
against the black, a lullaby
softly raging, and your brea
thing hit me as forcefully as
lightning (the wonder of yo
u, my love, in your simple e
xistence) and I could have b
een no more astonished had
the moon come drifting do
wn (fragile as a soap bubb
le, still brimming with dre
ams) to hold my hand, say
ing you are one with the
tide and I will move you
beyond all imagining.