Craters

at least not the both of us,
something whispers to the earth,
 one of us could exist.
So Everest repeats:
now that I'm away from you,
(oh, I forgot to ask
how is orbit?)
and thinking more freely...

and

I like the fullness of space,
grand-canyon-star did assert,
who cares if I'm cold?
but the moon doth persist:
come to bed, it might be warm,
I have new pillows,
fresh linen sheets.
some stars on my ceiling.