upon realizing i'm the only poetry lover in the room

Allow me, if you will, to wax
the moon until her weeping stops
until she shines upon the desert
until the scent of sage erupts
until she says,"I love you --
I love you." and I howl back
"I know."

And, if you won't, my howls
will be more vicious, my teeth
more sharp, my golden eyes
more lovely as they rip apart
your milky thighs,"I hate you --
I hate you." and that, darling dear
is why.

Every word is a bitter haiku:
seventeen breaths and revelation
Every touch a solitary sonnet
snakes rattling on five feet
and yes, then still

the moon.