Ah! Moon, you move me and have such fantastic follies.

This moon, full-bellied, rises heavily into the night’s embrace.

You, Diana, wave to your companions “Hey Ursa, Orion,” plodding at a steady rate,

Warrior strength helping you carry your burden to your seat in heaven (where you relax).

And you, sweet Artemis, so bright for your shepherd boy,

Putting on a show, revealing your full glowing glory to him:

You make the night the brightest it’s been, for all memory,

In 28 days. Takes quite the effort- courage, too, so

vulnerable on your black velvet background with glitter- your finest attire.

Same, Hola! Luna loca, you feed my passion, awaken me as a woman,

Drop Tabasco on my love and make it simmer in the pan,

You harvest moon yellow like corn chips. Your wolf howls at you,

And mine whistles at me- arooo! They’re both kinda fuzzy.

You stand pure, my goddess, drinking the sun’s liquor,

Being showy and hormonal, racy yet round,

Still a virgin though you wink playfully

and smile on we who, at one time, have lusted.