POEM: The Sinfulness of Moonlight

The yellow moon gives you away,
This heat, the sadness in your voice,
A trip to the beach, you tell me – you might as well be
Stirring a cauldron, reciting latin-like phrases
And be dancing about nude, enticing the moon
To descend, to engage in Love’s
Profundity which grows in the dark, moist sky,
Like earthworms wriggling through the
Bark shade of soil as slippery as oil.

The clouds try to hide your yellow love
But they cannot even come close.

You are at this canyon about to step in…
Go ahead and smile - no grin - and enjoy the leap into sin.