POEM - Exposition

There are moments like rayon
In our lives
And like Neil Armstrong
I planted my flag onto
Your Sea of Tranquility
And kicked up all that moon dust
And left footprints everywhere.

We held back that which
We were not prepared to lose;
We sought pleasure in the lottery
That is loss and love.

Was there ever a free fall as daring?

Our nerve endings danced
like
Fourth of July flags –
As you sipped your cremosa
And tried on a vulnerable smile
So sweet, I swear,
That I could have nursed you into adulthood.

There are moments like rayon
In our lives:
What we press close to our skin;
What we hold against soft purple skies;
And what we choose to let in.