When I’m Lonely

close the curtains over the moon,
it’s time to go to sleep
buenasera my beloved.

and once you are gone,
I’ll draw back the hallowed curtains,
the moon reflecting my face,
and I will kiss the window pane
and whisper,
‘vanity is a virtue.’

and I will bathe myself in heathen light
and I will blow pink spheres over
my bared body
delight in the only forever
left

when the sun shines,
my darling,
we’ll do dancing selflessly together
and I’ll be in Puerto Rico with
the officer of my dreams.

but when the sun
tumbles quickly down
I’ll leave you
swallow the moon
samba with the stars

when I’m lonely,
I feel forever
rebound against the fractures of my hands.