Tipsy Tongues
Saw thee, silly moon, smiling at me,
Let us dance before dawn drives us away,
Imbue this night with fanciful folly,
Each breath a hurricane of moraless sway.
Stars twinkle their tiny toes in turn,
Waiting for moon’s permission to join us,
Amourous explosions, in flight I feel burn,
Little skyrockets, hopelessly joyous.
Slipping hereinto Selene’s crescent mind,
Tipsy my tongue…enticed by her light,
Drunk in this dream, transcendent I find,
Her elixir inhabits us two tonight.
Apple of thine eye, I am in thy sphere,
My lungs sing out in celestial cheer.
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