IX

I thought I saw you in the moon

But it was just sex through an opened window

And i am a voyeur

And for a second

I can smell your fragrance

Your signature scent

And theremins rise

And I can see you

That you are galaxies

Through a telescope

And that I am exhaust fumes in a closed garage

I am eyes yellow like phlegm

I am bubonic

I am revelations

I am brightly colored centipedes

In an opened palm

I could part the light bulb from its fixture

And learn to feel

All over again