Sightings In Secret

I wished you were a woman
that way we might have had a chance
at understanding each other
but instead you came down on me like thunder
with your heavy cloud face.
You tarried so we tried to communicate
with each other in secret
and dreamt up aliens that could hear us
when we cried.

I waited to feel the ecstasy they described
the one they said with certainty I would feel
when you were to finally hover over me
to pour your fluids in my eyes
so we might believe we are members
of the same planet that orbits the same way too.

Be a woman, would ya?
Let’s press our cheeks together
so we could feel how soft they are.
Look up!
There are no clouds
only spaceships in the sky.