The Poet And The Full Moon

She's his friend And an eraser Of his tainted heart Under the fishy sky He is lying with Denuded mind bare She is complete and big So is her ardor Beating the darkness around Gently she descends Dazzlingly to mound On him silvery In thorough her warmth Silvery zing passing through He is bathing in her pour 'Come my dear, come Down on me, own More and more and more' His murmuring asking She does Brightly, beautifully Closing his eyes Forgetting himself Enjoying wholly possessed The poet But Suddenly a nudge She whispers 'Goodbye my dear' Poet says O' no I'll wane' She whispers 'Don't worry I'll come again More beautiful To wax you More silvery Till then Wait please'