Claire de Lune

How a dreary night at the office transforms into an affirmation of love...

It’s one o’clock in the morning,
you’re up working in the office
and down with the flu.
I’m there with you—keeping
you company in the next cubicle
because—face it—it sucks 
working for the Man (because we 
live in Caesar’s world) crunching numbers 
for the number crunchers because no one knows 
what the hell they’re doing anymore 
and getting paid handsomely for it.

I can’t let you be alone.
You’re my darling precious sweetie Mouse!
And though I’ve spent a fetus’ life 
looking for a livelihood, 
no one realizes 
how awesome I am
or wants to pay me for being it!

And every time this song plays—
whether it’s The Pump Room, outside 
The Riviera restaurant in Glenwood Springs,
or wherever the Universe decides to download it
like I did right now—with Tomita’s version—
the stars’ icy melodies 
melt like sugar cubes in the 
champagne cocktails we drank 
the night of our anniversary.

Melodies which now 
melt through my eyes 
with its sweetness, 
the lilting sweetness 
of the full moon’s song beamed out 
to a captive audience of stars 
bathing in the glow 
of our eternal love.