I am queer / and so is the moon

you smirk, avoid 
my blue-blushed 
eyes. gaze a little too 

gay for you? sorry.
I couldn’t help but
throw a wink 

your way when 
the moon halos 
your head just so: 

              like hand-waved glowsticks;
                          star-stitched semicircle;
                                        sun flared in perfect 
                               curve on share house 
              floorboards. want to be 

queer with me?
let’s hold hands: your 
short fingernails slicing 
my palm to crescents 
when people ask 

if we’re siblings.
let’s hold space: your
rally-hardened voice
scratchy like stubble
against my ear, cheek,

throat. be queer with me.
I want to kiss you.

I want to kiss you 
and catch our 
opalescent reflection 

              in the moon’s pearl-
              sphered, lovestruck smile.