Moon Suns

Moon Suns

It’s the moonflowers –
Alien gifts
Lunar light strikes and
Thin black petals blaze into suns
Turn them in your palm
Your eye floods with love
Begins to dream of stars

This star in your hand pulses with fragrance
Steeped in the seas of a thousand worlds
You feel you must leave now yet
Travel a thousand generations
You will not reach those shores

Flowers are not lovers
Lovers are not friends
Not the first time beauty kills us

But now you know how we’ll die