Making love to the moon |
The moon tore off her veil
Slipped out of her clothes with one swift swing of her arm.
Her drapes floated down to cover asphalt
Like so many disinfected sheets. like pouring milk skies
She wrapped her icy hand around my penis
And with one determined swipe, cut it off
Carefully placing it in front of my feet…
“Dance lover” she said.
“Entranced lover” she said.
“Dance for me tonight”