maya

i think of you and yearn to scream
my joy, my muse, my miniature queen
won’t you dip below the clouds for just a second?
to you, don’t my outstretched arms beckon?

so now you’re prancing amongst the stars
bouncing around between pluto and mars
my neck is craned as i gaze up at your glory
please don’t leave me with only your story

if i set up an altar of love and apple and oat
down from the heavens, would you float?
the smoke would curl around your nose

for me, would you strike a living pose?