The full moon swelled last night

against the inky sky, a lone

star keeping it company

in the foreboding darkness 

surrounding them, and I yearned 

to swallow it whole, feel 

its brightness tingling 

on my tongue; taste the light 

that shimmered against the back 

of my teeth, so when I smile at you

you'd see brilliance 

instead of the sadness 

that tinges our love, and 

hear your laughter

fill my belly with moonlight.