An out-of-focus portal to the moon,
gravity pulled you to the stars and me
to you. Orbiting deep black holes of June,
time-traveling though distant, dead seas.
The moon was one small step for man but
became one small step for a place in outer space
created just for two. Forging floor plans
with Jupiter, satellites, and a suitcase.
But my Astro Van drowned in Neptune’s
ocean, burned to flames by Pluto, and wrecked
by Mars. You became an asteroid; broken,
forcing comets to collide from your neglect.
Dreaming of a galaxy with you and me is easier,
but shooting stars are just dying meteors.
A Drunken Dance
The honey-kissed sunflowers glistened and
giggled as the brilliant breeze trapped them in
enchanting delight. Swaying rhythmically
to the music of passionate desire, they paused
only to attend to the faint buzz of the golden,
drunken dance of the sleepy bumblebees.
I watched the flowers, one by one, raise their
drowsy faces, grasping at the last beam of sunlight
warmth. The melody of their sweet, soft symphony
faded as the charming glow of the sky burned
delicately with shades of scarlet and saffron.
Careful not to stir the flowers from rest,
I whispered quietly to the bees. A secret once
kept with only me, their delighted smiles
sparkled in the air as they drifted off to sleep.
I wandered and searched for the sun,
tell me why I’m alive.
She shook her head and
forced me into her hollowed eyes.
The moon would soon rise
and the stars will die.
She had nothing left to burn
but everything to light.
I waited the night for her return,
but only her whispers showed.
You must feel both pain and pleasure
to carry a weight. To block
out one is to block out both.
As I closed my eyes, hers
gleamed sunshine yellow,
my heart gold as the morning rays.
The warmth heated fire in my veins.
The sun, a river in my eyes.
Biographical Note: Megan Michalski is currently an undergraduate student from the University at Buffalo. She is studying English and Global Gender Studies and enjoys writing poetry about the relationship between the natural world and the self. She loves discussing literature and hopes to teach as an English professor in the future.