I wanna fuck the moon

If the moon is confused

How could you not be too?

My muse

How still and brilliant

Strong but shimmering

Vast contrasts to Midnight’s peak

Bleak

Brake now on Sol’s stunning Ray

And come back to me at the end of my days

Your fist grows higher through the skies salute me with every passing month

And drop away with the hint of sorrow

Sweet muse

I’ll see you again tomorrow