My Love
People always say,
“I love you to the moon and back.”
I wouldn’t offend you with such a statement, my love.
For I can see the moon.
The moon has been conquered
and my love, my love will not be limited to just
four hundred, seventy-seven thousand and eight hundred feet
of hand holding and long walks,
of truth telling and deep talks,
of hips touching and bed rocks.
My love will discover unmarked planets
and unnamed galaxies
because trust me, my love,
they’ll need a new name for it when I’m through.
I was always told to reach for the stars
so why settle for the moon, my love?
