moon's milk

Love
Flows freely
And  fearlessly.
It does not enter
 into rivalry
Or competition.
Or intrigue.
It heals every face
It touches.
That is why
You cannot stop being drunk
Every time you taste a sip of   the moon’s
milk.
That is why The first time you see
Your own smile,
The first time you hear
A lion’s roar,
You cannot say a word
For so many days
 and weeks.