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.