Let's have a tea party on the moon
with my chipped china
and your collarbones
and we'll float above the powdered sugar
sprinkled on the ground
and watch the earth spin through a kaleidoscope.
I think you look very pretty, with
moon dust on your fingers and in your hair
and on your eyelids.
It looks like midnight beaches
with sunlight meeting moonlight
like abstract flecks of gold and silver paint.
Let's share a fishbowl helmet
and dance to crackling vinyl.
I lost my phone.
so we'll have to look at the stars instead
and maybe you'll hold my hand
but only if you'd like.
