Weird Moon

Weird moon.
Was it the way
She smiles mockingly
As if she knows
The language of two
Cellphones talking,
Wasting another
Minute of moonlight
And a peso
For every ounce of
Lust transmitted in the air?

Or maybe ...
She's spying on
Two GSM phones
Making love to each other
At electronic speed
Catching breath
At every bandwidth consumed
Redefining the act of love
That binds us all.
Weird, weird,... moon.