Moonfull
the moon
was just a spoonful
of honey
in the sky
so
how
we buzzed
to collect
the liquid
treasure.
take
it
by finding a path
in the misty midst
of dreams
to bring it
back
and secure
it in
honeycomb
how the honest glows
and brings
the moon speakers
to us.
how they like
to talk in
midnight orbs
of luminous nouns
and deep space
verbs.
i sputter misspelling
with my wingtips
write
in eclipsing ink
a map
on the nape
of my memory.
