for you,
I will pluck the moon
down to earth
and scrape it’s craters
in the kitchen with graters
to erase it’s flaws. I’d cut
the revised lunar version into
tit-bits configured like the
shape of your heart, steam
them using a
19th century bordeaux and served
in a silver dish

when you’re done dining, i
needn’t declare you the
queen of the night, for the
globe shall feel glittering
gleams emit from the
edifice of our domicile

– Abdulrahman M Abu-Yaman