FULL MOON ON TOP OF A CHAMPAGNE PALM'S TIP

you cannot say that it does not diminish you.
you did it once, you shrink into a nit.
you do it again, you must think some more
what becomes of you
in the future.
did she ask, "what's love got to do with it?'
and did you say, "nothing, nothing, this is just one
of our games"
and you did it again and she did it to you again.
and both of you were lost
lost into space, into nothingness
until morning
when light touches your faces, your butts,
her breasts, your abdomen
and you prefer to dress up
hoping that soon all these will be forgotten.