He watches me as if he's hungry
or could he love me? Imagine

how the moon looks down upon
the beauty of oceans, she wants it

as a jewel, a topaz ring. But
cannot see the teeming danger

of jellyfish or shark.

At last she sees the rows of teeth,
the polished fossils, shreds of meat,

the mental image of a planned attack.
And so the moon, jewel-less fingers

is satisfied with diamond-looking stars.

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