by the moon I sit and leer as eyes stare and steer they run and dance her every inch her form, so gracefully statuesque painted in lace and less she smiles awaiting a wrestled mess impassioned fervor unparalleled the moons story I do tell clock's arms crossed in defiance seemingly his only alliance sleep: angel in heaven it now finally quarter past seven tonight I long for another night so vivid I'll yearn for passions that once made me timid ELPH© September 24, 2011