After the first few times,
we would talk about the Moon,
trying to name as many maria
as we could:
Mare Serenitatis,
Mare Nectaris,
Mare Humorum,
Sometimes even Mare Crisum.
I assumed our little game
was purely from nervous sexuality,
like watching daytime TV in bed,
but I soon found myself
on the patio every night,
looking up at its dirty glow.
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