Wooden Spaceship

Lets search for some celestial
Lets hang a cage up in the stars
And when you lean in close to kiss me
The moons of Jupiter explode
Sending thousand year old muses
Up the passage of our noses
Let us breath in all the ghosts
And exhale cities size of fingernails
We are in our celestial womb, up in the universal ceiling.
I say: "We'd need an extraterrestrial spider to give us his thread,
To suspend our belief that high"
He says: "close your eyes and let the darkness be your nighttime"
Curl in close in your wooden cocoon,
Let your eyelashes meet
Let a small boy make comet sounds on the outside
And voyage your wooden spaceship to the moon