once when small and sent to my room
i looked at the moon and pronounced her Mother;
after the world as i knew it was thrown out of orbit
Luna Lovegood looked up from her sketchbook
and told me
the moon is a woman, and she’s gay
i fell in love with that lunar lesbian
me and my moon man
wonder if we should hold hands
we eat cheese with the dead.
it reminds him of home
and me of mother
can I crash here?
i don’t want to leave you just yet
in the morning I sunburn easily
mama knows but she is good to me
she sends people to block the sun
when she must rest behind the horizon.
When Luna and Moonman meet
there are sparkles and pink champagne
their love arches around me like the concrete we sway on
i do not have to say goodnight
under her love light
they will take my hands
and walk me home.