It’s the moonflowers
Small alien gifts;
Lunar light strikes and
Black crystal petals blaze into suns
Turn them in your palm
Your eye floods with love
Begins to dream of stars
The star in your hand pulses with fragrance
Steeped in the seas of a thousand worlds
You must, Must go 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
At least now you know how we’ll die