The moon is a lollipop

the moon is a lollipop
your lollipop
you lick it
you suck it
the swirling motion
around your tongue
the saliva
that engulfs the equator
make its surface
smooth and shiny
and craters
deeper and darker

the moon is a lollipop
your lollipop
i wish i could be
your lollipop
so that you
could engulf me
with your warmth
with your squishy
stuffing
with your salivating
mouth

i wish i could make you
salivate
for me
long
for me
wait
for me
but it's all in vain
it's all for nothing

i am not your moon
i am not your lollipop
i am nothing but a speck
of stardust
to you
my universe

i taught myself
to ignore
your presence
to reason that
it wasn't meant to be

but whenever i look up
to the stars
to you
i see your moon
your lollipop
and sometimes
like today
i wish i could be

the moon
the lollipop
and more so
not a toy
instead
the white hole
that completes
your darkness

but the gods
laugh at me
because
a mortal
cannot be
with
the infinite

i need to look
at the
sidewalk
and forget
once more

The Author's Note: Please don't hit me. It's my first and probably last erotic poem. It was written under strong emotions. Didn't know if I should post it, but here it goes. Credit goes to the late David Niven and the title of his autobiography The Moon's Balloon for inspiring the beginning of this poem. Feature image taken from Pixabay (Author: nidan).