Moon
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
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