the moon is blessed

the moon is blessed
how do I know
she wears a lover’s dress
I peered up beneath her dress
I saw her nakedness

she hitched her skirt as if to flirt
and smiling waved for me
she danced across a starry sky
that winked and blinked to see

the sun came up to peek
but glowed
quite envious to know
the moon had left her tinsel dress
on the lawn by me

 

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