now would be fine

the moon’s been
very patient
waiting
quietly, radiantly
every night
beneath my window
the cicadas sing
about you
the poppies are beginning
to grow weary
this is distracting
from their
red radiance
when the wind blows
the maple leafs
tell the moon our story
the rain has
cooperated
oh so generously
and
kept my lips moist
even
the quiet moth
is becoming impatient,
threatening
to leave this earthly realm
light a lunar fire
see if she can move
things along
so,
would you
for the sake of
them all
hurry up
and
kiss me
damnit