Blue Moon

You mocked me last night
Smirking from above her house
As I retreated toward my own.

But hear me, moon,
I will return tonight
And you will not see me leave.

Ask the sun, tomorrow,
What time it was
When he first saw my face.

Ask him what she whispered
While I held her on the porch.
Ask him how long we lingered.

Moon, you of all people
Should know better than to laugh
At the rhythm of the tides.