Night Watering Valentine

Don't forget me walking in the dark yard with a hose in my hand bestowing blessings on the black flowers into which the world has lapsed taking my garden with it though I can hear the larkspur slurping and the grass licking its feet and now the moon silvers wherever the water’s fallen little icy drops outlined as leaves unlike the sun the moon will sleep with anyone we feel it could be human but the sun we know’s divine