By Gala/Wench
Date: 19 March 2000
Tropical
The moon is a sassy creature tonight,
glancing over your shoulder
like the barmaid at closing time,
hoping the good ones haven't left.
Oh she's loaded
with good intentions
and when she gives you the high sign
you glance around
to be sure she isn't looking behind you.
But no---
the look is all for you
and there's no mistaking
her brazen come hither.
You try to smile,
but you know
that she is a thousand promises of love
she has no intentions of keeping,
but damn, she's looking fine
all dressed in silver white,
and waiting for your move.
So you take another slug
of dutch courage,
and talk yourself
into walking over,
almost manage a smile
and poof!
The Moon has vanished
slipping through your fingers like mercury,
leaving in her wake
a perfume you've never smelled
and nine hundred and ninety nine regrets.
This one, you could have loved....
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