Lunar Soil

dust on shelves in an old back room
just ourselves and the brilliant moon
dust gone up in a cloudy chase
sweat in streaks on your dusty face

and you said love, my love,
is a moonbeam. see
how the specks sparkle?
those fluttering flinders
are you, caught
in me

and i said love, my love
is the dust. see
how the light winds? a snake
of time and space, a race
from the moon to you,
to me

when the first man
touched the first woman
the wheel turned, and the fire burned

but in the dust of an old back room
the two of us learned the name of the moon