The Moon We Love Like a Brother
Lorde, “Team” (2013):
Now bring my boys in,
Their skin in craters like the moon,
The moon we love like a brother,
While he glows through the room.
The boys are like the moon; the moon is like one of the boys. The successive similes bind them first in appearance then in kinship; and they operate fully within our scope of vision, like the light that spans heaven and earth, rebounding from one pale surface to another.