The Astronaut

Wear a locket in my name, at the nape of your neck

tomorrow I leave to the moon,

Cook me some fish, darling, fill a jar with smells of home

tomorrow I leave to the moon,

Let me watch how diamonds waltz in your eyes in the sunlight

tomorrow I leave to the moon,

Tarry a little, sleep with me in this bed of flowers

tomorrow will come too soon!

Lemonade

I remember when your fingers

Smelled of the lemons

You grew in the blue tub

The ones you slayed

At the kitchen slab at midnight

Halved without goodbyes

That night we made love.