The whole damn moon

 I'm not embarrassed by the ladder I built

Swaying and soaring into the sky

And the way I climbed hand-over-hand

Until my palms were as tender as my heart

And then the way I reached for her broad face

And stretched and still didn't wrap my arms around her

She was gray and radiant and I'm not embarrassed

That I lay her at your feet because I thought 

She might bring you joy. 

I'm not embarrassed by the butterflies

Preforming ariels in my guts

I'm not embarrassed that I want to spilt belly

And spill my lepidopteran insides across the the glass table of your gaze

And let you judge them, moths and monarchs both.