Even I, The Universe Poem by Harlequin Rose

She builds universes with her tongue
and pushes against the moon
with her palms up
this half-Sicilian poet
who used to be Catholic
but now believes in dreams
they weave figure eights above her head...

It is the summertime in New Orleans
the witching hour approaches
so she reaches into midnight
and extracts her liberation
one star at a time
the essence of life
cut out with her carving knife
the new night is moonless
in both of her countries
because she took the moonlight
and tucked it into secret places for her lover
and she loves to stare at the ocean
under cover of darkness
but she is gone now
and the ocean will miss her gaze
and her conversation
and her heart
and I will miss that feeling
of watching her
standing at the edge of the world
But even I, the universe
must wait for some to be unfurled...