THE CLOSET MYSTIC

born in Eden’s garden

Made to pick the cherries

To weave crowns of flowers

And petition all the fairies

To sing to me their songs

recounting tales of the ages

of rights and of wrongs,

And wisdom of the sages

and e’ry time

That the Night may fall

I’ll count the stars

Let me count them all

gathering their dust

Just to use as makeup

letting the Milky Way

be eyeshadow

let me don Venus

a pearly necklace

can I wear Jupiter on a ring?

Can you cloak me in lunar silver?

will you lay beside me

and interlace your fingers into mine?

Will you let me be your Aphrodite?

Share with me the forbidden fruit

let us both fall

farther and farther into each other