The Moon Poem by Christine V. Grupp

The Moon



The moon is sleeping on my bed,
And putting strange thoughts in my head.
Its light caresses me inside,
Moves passion round as if a tide.

The moon is cool and blue and ice,
But still he's behaved and nice.
When I looked up into his eyes,
He showed me shades of paradise.

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Christine V. Grupp

Christine V. Grupp

Tonawanda, New York
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