The Sun and the Moon.

the sun and the moon (from The Sun and the Moon)

If I was born with the sun’s fire in my blood—
If you grew up in the craters of the moon—
Would we become lovers in passing?
Or rivals, fighting over the horizon?
Attraction:
fatal.
Interaction:
inevitable.
Those impressions of imperfections
Stark against this sun’s reflection
Visible even to the naked eye
Are etched across your surface
Not mine.
But I will claim the blame
Each time
Just to hear you say my name:
“Sunshine.”
These phases require patience
Twenty nine days
Twelve hours
Fourty four minutes
Two point nine seconds
Of watching the darkness consume you
Until once again, you are new.
But you are not the moon.
And I am not the sun.
This distance between us
Requires a unit of measurement
Far more complex
Than that offered by metrics.