IF WE RUN FROM WHAT WE DO NOT UNDERSTAND, WE SHALL SOON FIND NO PLACE TO HIDE

Of a rose-hued moon
I feel such jubilation;
embrace of two goddesses,
divine inspiration.
on the face is dear Artemis,
blushing as Eos nears her;
I often do wonder
if they’d whisper of me.
I don’t want an answer,
I’ll just stand here, watching,
as Huntress and mother
to the great Hesperides
catch up on their distance,
reigning over variant skies,
temporal dissolution
defied with great glee.
there’s nothing more powerful
than two wanderers embracing;
why do people find terror
in such beautiful things
as two women embracing,
as two men still, kissing,
as all different cultures,
tongues and accents and hues,
as neurodivergence,
as the youth and the older,
and this planet, here, too.