Lunar Gal

Across the western horizon, 

Beneath the rising sun, 

A barefoot moon dancer kisses lady moon.

Silver threaded wild hair whips across their faces, 

As soft lips crash together, 

Outshining the glory of a lunar eclipse.

Whether it's the dirt beneath her feet,

The air filling her lungs,

Moonlight kissing her skin,

It orchestrates the ballad of the luna’s love.

The enchantment of the moon’s love intoxicates her,

More than any liquor could

Even when she falls beneath the rising sun,

Outshone,

Overtaken, 

Outperformed,

She continues to share her warmth

For there will never be anything as consistent as the eternal love of the moon,

For those of the fairer sex