lasso the moon

what is it you want?
I ain’t no jimmy stewart but just say the word
by this lake
that nudges up against the night sky
feels like we’re all wet behind the ears sometimes
can you see these stars
fresh from the sunset?


you want the moon?
stand back
I’ll throw a lasso around it
pull it down
a gift
for you to swallow
and moonbeams’d shoot out of your fingers
the ends of your hair
to light our way home


maybe I’ll just kiss you instead
pull you close to me warm
I’ll show you
some kissing . . .

by Domenico Capilongo

First published in Accenti Magazine Issue 11. 

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