She is made of moons
And whispers and long distance phone calls
And I fall in love for five minutes
Swoopingly
In some deep pool where she is reflected
And the next morning she is far away again
And I am cold

They say a man fell in love with the woman in the moon,
But they were lesbians
Braiding each other's hair
With their eyes, over mountains

She is made of moons and lakesides and autumn leaves
She breathes no mysteries
Only questions that haven't been answered yet

We are virginal in our roundness
And so like two new moons
Rising and growing fuller
Together, each reflecting the other's light.

I am made of moons
And she falls in love from a distance
Eyes wide full of someone else's starry night
And I am not used to being looked at like a goddess
Like a wonder of the natural world

They say the woman in the moon fell in love with a man,
But they were queer girls
And that is how the moon knows how to be quiet
Disappearing into dark corners of the sky
Once a month, for centuries

There are the people who stay by you
And never dry with their
Lithographic ink
They get on your fingertips

And I have only these numb and loveless hands
But I am trying to believe in time
And in the inevitability of the moon
Setting over the hills
And rising again

She is made of moons
And I fall in love for five minutes
In some deep pool
Where she is only reflected.