"moonstory (for elize)" by Frank (phrank x) Harris

    'what do you have for me?' she the mysterious loner asks to the great glittering orb in the sky.  it seems to wink, as if to suggest it will need a little more coaxing to give it to her.  'christ' she thinks 'its four in the morning and even the moon isnt helping' she wanders away from her window to find something cold and sweet to unstick her throat. she returns a moment later to find the moon very much closer. she gasps and asks a second time 'what do you have for me?' surrealistically this moon (much more obligingly) turns around to expose the face of a beautiful pregnant woman. a woman who winks again and opens wide her sensuous mouth and out slips her white snowtongue, virginserpentlike. this tongue wriggles and beckons at her windowsill. she takes a hold, smooth and sticky in her grip, closes her eyes smilingly, and now she is on the moon which (though it was cloudless) has skatekeys raining from the starry expanse. one lands directly in her hand and androgynous lunar angels arrive, placing velvet skates in her hands. for a moment she is silent as the sexlessmoonchildren walk away. then she hums an old song (still silent for there is no sound on the moon). she slides into these velvet skates, lacing and humming ('ive got a brandnew'). she stands up easily and glides over ('pair of rollerskates') the moons surface, finding lunar angels wickedly sinning, lunar angels playing lunar drums and tasting ('youve got a brand') lunar candy. lunar angels have no wings. lunar angels havent felt ('new key') love, so she the mysterious loner in velvet skates was entirely new. and unlike the nutcracker suite or for that matter real life she has no need to return home and fall asleep in her bed with her thirst quenched.