A Moon Poem

When made known
more poems spoke of her 
her lightness
her likeness
than the whimsical flight patterns of state birds
than the white heat that emanates off stolen first kisses
than the surly tides of an Indian ocean crashing
onto a heavenly shore
than tiny things like courage, pride and hunger
than the kindness of even Mother Earth, herself

Full faced
Flushed puce
more luminous than ever

She sheepishly replied:
I am over the moon.