Thrice Crowned Queen of the Night

There’s a full moon out tonight
and I hold it between my teeth.
I command the midnight breeze
to hold every single strand of hair
out of my face.

The slick sidewalk surface reflects each step
until two of me walk in unison
one commanding the streets above
and the other seizing those underground.
I keep my pace.

My eyes shine like two round opals
I laugh, and stars fall to the ground.
I twirl the planets on my fingertips
as the sun throbs in my back pocket,
my little friend.

You try to keep up, but can only
hang onto the hem of my dress for
dear life, as I split the air in two.
Your fingernails tear at me, but you
cannot apprehend.

I exhale fog and mist, and each droplet
catches the light like a prism, as I confer with
its spectrums and make a rainbow.
Its arch nestles into the curve of my back
and it walks with me.

Don’t look too closely, for it’ll blind you
when you see the nimbus of my smile.
Come morning, it will fade, as daylight
threads through my bones. But nightfall is mine.
You’ll see, you’ll see.




- LAP etc.