naked in the water
her reflection laps
and with a heavy mind
but a lightened soul
I ask her about love
distant as she is
‘nothing grows until fed’
she sighs a reply
the moon and her glory
shine down upon me
she gasps and asks of me
to dance in her light
but oh how I fall fast
so deeply in love
so I learn my lesson
as she pulls away
never dance in moonlight
she will feed too much
i welcome a new day
so very distraught
a glutton to her breath
she leaves love hungry
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