Inconstant Moon Lover

Why would I take the Moon as a lover

Perchance she lies reclining in a
Night sky the color of milk on blue granite
All languid and amber lurid
Heavy with her goddess desires . . .
she crooks her finger

But oh inconstant Lover Moon
I remember your conjunction with Venus
under a pewter cloud laden sky last Spring
And tonight
While you are
bright in pooled cream
It is hard to deny you
anything . . .
But on that night
You told me stories of dragons and angels
told me that you did not love me
Told me to go . . .

You called me Chimera
And shoved lead down my throat
on that dark forgotten beach
of the Spring tide moon

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Chyfrin the Celtic poet

Artist, Poet, Electrical/Biomedical Engineer, Actor, Playwright, Set construction, Educator, Lover of womankind and single malt scotch

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