After I Topped La Luna in a Pencil Skirt

she taught me how to spell her name
OP-UL-ENCE
she said
gimme that umph
gimme that extra
gimme your best best best

but she’s the moon!
she didn’t even have to ask
(i texted her the night before
gimme a tour from your heavenly skies
show me what you see every night)
she knew i was coming for her 


but even though we both knew
it still took me all day to say
i just really wanna lay in your bed
take me to your room

the moon is a queer brown femme
with cloudless eyes
& a mouth made up of
willow trees &
summer mornings &
magic only femme of color covens can conjure
& she fits perfectly in the nook beneath my wing

& maybe you don’t know
so i’m gonna tell you
she made the best sounds
when i nuzzled
into her glitter dust nipples
tell me what makes you full & new

& she helped me with my necklace
& showed me where to put my ring
& i kept on til my arm grew new seasons of muscle
& i found out the formula for stars is glitter + sweat

let me tell you about Opulence
how she can change you forever
how apologies are not needed when she makes you come real loud
& how she taught me new ways to take up space
as i laid there naked as a spoon
all belly & tits

you spell her name O-P-U-L-E-N-C-E
Opulence
i gave her my umph
i have her all of my extra
i gave her my best best best