Luna

Luna

A Poem by andrew mitchell

Luna.
Her name Luna,
a silvery goddess
baring all, fair
to the heaven's above.
Hiding behind Cirrus
being somewhat shy, 
she didn't want to show
her full moons just yet
being in the stage
of waxing.
Funny! I always thought
someone took a bite
out of her cherry,
Miss Crescentic.
But then getting up closer
I became her lunar module,
playing on her landscape,
suit and all.

© 2016 andrew mitchell


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Added on November 12, 2016
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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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