Boundaries of the Moon

 

First you said it didn't matter

Just being together was enough

And you were very content with that

But you keep changing what you want...

 

Last week you said " Just a Cuddle " -

To fall asleep with me you said

This week you wanna make passionate love -

But I'm not ready for that...

 

You said " You're just being polite -

And maybe I don’t smell quite right “-

And I thank you for your kindness,

And it makes me love you even more.

 

But it’s not us who change -

The moon is moving us -

We are little satellites -

Just mirroring her curves.

 

You see she doesn't play by rules

That men invent to pretend their safe!

She's a constantly moving magnet

That drags us as she grows.

 

And when she shrinks, she squashes me down

And punches me small like a little dough ball

But I can’t help rising again as she sucks -

I'm totally in her control.

 

So I told you the truth while small and flat -

Just being around you is great -

But as she swells me I feel anxious

And I need your arms around me.

 

Then as I bloat and nearly explode

And hit my head on the ceiling,

I need you to pop my balloon

Before I go crashing and reeling. 

 

There isn't much difference really

Between yeast organisms and humans -

They both use water and oxygen-

Get kneaded and baked and then eaten.

 

And I thought you liked my bread

And next week there might be a famine ! -

You can crunch it all up while its fresh

To last you until the next rising!

 

You are the tin, you see ! -

And contain and enclose my growing

And turn on the heat to arrest it -

Pruning my final blooming.

 

If you don't turn on the heat

I'll grow all over the table

Drip down on the floor and crawl out the door

A dirty and slug-eaten fable

 

Please save me and know that my boundaries

Expand and contract with the moon

And the rules that proscribe me are female

Forever creative and fun.

 

I'm really not trying to be difficult

I always say what I feel

But if that never changed I'd be dead

Not living and feeling and real.

 

I know we all want to feel safe

And to think we can keep things the same

It's hard work to keep improvising

Be aware, in the mo', all the time.

 

But at least we never get bored

Imagine a robot existence!

No joy of inspiration

To respond to, dance, sleep, wax and wane.

 

So please don’t be grumpy and rigid

Come, fractal your boundaries free

If we both are in tune with the moon sway

Tranquility AND Joy will play...

 

TAG

.... Yeah, Ecstasy AND calm will play...

 New breads will be fresh - every day