Mooniris

brighter the rays, planet and satellite in phase
lighter the color of iris you need shades
you can absorb the shapes and figures in waves
so stunning is a phrase that suits your moongaze

this is a story of the lonely moon
moist like the air in a monsoon
only seen past midnight and gone by noon
the gold fork to a silver spoon

stars are out, pinholes in a backlit velvet
the sky blacker than a tarpit
spread across a film of kismet, in my element
supernova shine above any red carpet
the drive to the destination
adrenaline rush, primordial racing
detour signs scattered, lost in circles
coils of double helix packed cylindrical
programmed to sense an opportune getaway
molecules infused, open up a gateway
vaycay to the realm of a solitaire, when I'm
overwhelmed by my own ambition untamed
gravity has a face and a name
and the fate that attracts is the law we abide by
the eyes speak more volume than a speaker
take a peak in the window she bequeaths us
with a lullaby of the wild it keeps us. close like an
umbilical chord to a fetus
ride into the night yelling who can really stop this
running through the forest like a couple of foxes

in the crosshairs a scope of utopia
ignite the flares, catch a cornucopia
hues in the cornea,
rods and the cones in the retina
display, stimuli processed and letting a
witness high-def event of the universe
hyperventilate, then immerse
every cell is an infinite depository
of history and future in an auditory
record it spins at a speed clairvoyant
spark plug to the gut flamboyant
in a vortex of a love tornado
my cerebral cortex in a vertigo
the side-profile of her low-res icon
ever since I set my sights on
borderline psycho-logical breakdown
skip the hyphen, möbius siphon
even the crescent reminiscent of her nails
she takes cover, hides behind veils
abstract stains, the image on a shroud
corona discharge to command the clouds
the dark side was a concept only to mankind
science is the cover for a book you can't bind
the letters on the pages shift in size
and the fonts disappear from the library files
a suitcase stolen from alexandria
wealth burnt down by pyromaniacs
the crown jewel of the middle earth
the netherworld in a duel for its worth
so I asked her the purpose of the quest
she only answers in riddles and in jest
I told her that I want to be put to the test
she rests her hand on her breasts and says

brighter the rays, planet and satellite in phase
lighter the color of iris you need shades
you can absorb the shapes and figures in waves
so stunning is a phrase that suits your moongaze