Two Poems About the Moon
OVER THE MOON
The moon says, “You cannot tell me what to do,
I am the moon.”
And I say, “This
Is a ridiculous conversation. Shut up.
Make love to me.”
Moon says, “I am, idiot. I have been
Making love to you all night.
And you, in all your glory, didn’t even
Have the good manners
To erupt in pleasure and ecstasy.
You only frowned at your disappointing dinner,
Sighed…
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