Not Cupid's nor Your Father’s Moon
                     ....wetter than previously thought—NYTimes
 
Your dad’s old goddess has fallen asleep
in her retro waterbed of arid arroyos found
under the Sea of Tranquility, dust steeped
in invisible acquifers of space that gave ground
long ago. Does that make the moon more a love
symbol, or less? Wetter means it may endure
like a faithful old nun and yet prove
sultry. For these unfeathered hopes, no cure
but another heavenly body, less wet and cold, fired
in the kiln of another galaxy or the fresh breast
of an as-yet-uninvented temptress desired
by some poor mortal like me, a guest
here under the cheesy ph(r)ases, the liquid lies
of myth like tears in your dying father’s eyes.