Craft me a moon out of seaglass
teardrop, not round
and hold it cupped in your hands
your universe palms
your too good to be true mouth
speaking oceans of love in different languages.
Cast me a spell with stones
throw them out into the night garden
make them vine through my veins
take me deep into a flower bed
love me with leisure in your arms.
Don't be timid now.
Craft me a moon made of seaglass.