Soon, Moon Boon, with No Spoon

here is a

moon boon

a beam gleam

it seems

I almost brought it to you on a silver spoon

but I balanced it on my head instead

for you craned your neck for far too long

and, to me, that felt uncomfortable and wrong

so here he is

for you to cradle if you wish

this gift, how could you resist?

this exact

balancing act

a pact

with myself

I made

that I wouldn’t

touch it to avoid more craters

with my fingertips

instead I’d bring it steady

with my forehead grips

for you to not miss

and to give him a gentle kiss

with your lips