Fly Me to the Moon

(after a popular song by Bart Howard)

Fly me to the moon
fill my heart with song
what there is of me
can only ask. I would
be a thing in your arms,

my life darkened and hardened
and my thingness emerged.
I would let my
thingness come back
from whatever hiding place
among the lights.

I want to be
limbs dripping off you
like dull wax,
a deadweight in your arms.