The moon is descending a star strummed sky.
Somewhere a Nun tells her helper to chop onions.
You lie there lazy-waking with sleepy bedroom eyes.
The world outside is waiting.
You already anticipate the night.
I, day-dream about NYC Pizza and your Filipina girly kisses.
Soon the moon will play her tune in my sky.
There she is now. Hey! A slice is missing.