Only for Myself

The Lobster Quadrille

Self-awareness can be
enlightening.
It is also excruciating,
how much
I can see my own
truths and desires
reflected in my mind
as though I sit
on the surface
of a clear
lake.
Will you
(be good),
won't you
(stay),
join the dance
(of lasciviousness)?

Is this just
late night reverie
or a lamentation for
the universe?
I want to hold
the sun,
the moon,
and the stars.
And yet,
still it might
not be
enough.
Why isn't it
enough?