The Moon

Where is the boundary?
Is there one?
Did we just make one up?
Everything is made up.

I reach for you, but
I hold back…just enough.
Too much?
Why? What are we
Scared of?

Who are we to let
others dictate how
we find joy in the
presence of each other?

Take my hand in yours.
I'll kiss your face
And we can look at
the moon.

-- MJP
19 February 2025