its been full since a few nights
pregnant moon mother
ive been sitting up on my knees
singing to all her unborn children
in summer she remains
uneasy;seated;purse-lipped
like a reflection of me
in mirrory sky
at her own window sill
looking out past the horizon
while families of clouds waft past her body
with their gray antics
they try their all
their acrobatic shows
only to enliven her
and keep her smiling
so that the child smiles within her
but dear moon mother
pregnant as a perfect geoid
will soften
will blur
will turn brilliant
will condense
will remain
uneasy
seated
purse-lipped
by her window sill
looking into my eyes
as night wafts through her body
reflecting me
crouching under my window sill
this is some strange lover's game
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