The Cheshire moon sat just above the trees,

a perfect sliver of crescent,

points turned up to heaven,

so very much like your smile,

I could see nothing else in the night sky.

My hands snatched the corners of

night's blanket and pulled you down for a kiss,

scattering sequin stars

like fireflies around us.

Moonless night will miss you,

and send marching constellations

to force your return,

Close your eyes, press your face to my neck.

Let the night be so black

stars can't see their own way.