Some Nights Need Two Moons

Glowing orbs wrestle
like demons
taste the jalapeño
leaking from the leaves,
corners were made for
squares like us,
loitering, slowing
the pause to a drop
undripping,
pouring back
into the sky
like spring births
flowers, hours
upon hours,
hurting their backs
click into place
and yet the night
is only safe
under streetlights
and cigarette smoke.