I felt the craving
to send you to the moon and
bend your body around the circumference
so when I looked up, I could see the thin line
and know your palms were sweating deep
from the heat of the ancient rock

You’d lose your grip
And collapse back onto earth
Never knowing
That I was the one that sent you there

You’d speak of your thoughts
and how it felt to be the moon
I’d smile, speak when need be
Contemplating silently, when I would send you again