Lunes (5-3-5)
I clomp around the moon
With such force
The moon-below neighbors complain
Hanging from the pointy edge
Of the crescent
I swing crazily in space
I am the moon's lover
He / she / it
Licks me head to toe
The moon howls at me
I snarl back
We are both shape shifters
I hide the hoary truth
In shiny news
The moon reads me scripture
Crouching in your shadowed craters
I trust you
You are bigger than me
Moon moon moon moon moon
Don't leave me
I have followed you always
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