let Cupid know

let Cupid know

lets find some grass and lean back
into eachothers mythology
between the streets where
we can see constellations,
Greek gods in our eyes,
make ours a moon
vacation.

lets take one heart into the sky,
& yours will be the sun
i bathe in,
the light i go by
when i want to find the sum,

your numbers will come
up like mega millions
of galaxies
& when i hold the winning ticket
you will also have won.

i’ll be your Psyche, goddess of the soul
and you can be Eros—let Cupid know
we’re done shooting
arrows.