She is moon

He is uber-explosion: his faces
on bus-stops, bodies on screens,
mind on view.

She is a photograph taken with him
at the Oscars. She is moon,
murmur, faint amid all his so-bright
sunlight, solar
wind. She is muse,
murmur, focus, fathom,
theme. She is the moon
of the glow in his dream.

There are marks on her face,
her Sea of Tranquillity face.
Her art?

What do you think?