Vermilion Literary Project, Vo. XXI Copyright 2005 © All Rights Reserved by Author
Love Note to the Moon Hangin' Low
by
Suzanne Sunshower
Luscious lobe
just beginning to loom
large in the true-blue
semi-dark sky: I would bow to you
monstrous hemo-globe
were I not at the wheel
of my tiny human's car.
Go ahead you ovum-ish orb,
grow out-sized, hang low
and dance in my rear-view mirror.
Guard me as I sail
through the crisp countryside
beneath your penetrating
blood moon stare.
Love Note to the Moon Hangin' Low
by
Suzanne Sunshower
Luscious lobe
just beginning to loom
large in the true-blue
semi-dark sky: I would bow to you
monstrous hemo-globe
were I not at the wheel
of my tiny human's car.
Go ahead you ovum-ish orb,
grow out-sized, hang low
and dance in my rear-view mirror.
Guard me as I sail
through the crisp countryside
beneath your penetrating
blood moon stare.