it's a full moon
humid and hot
and i love how you look
in a greying mohawk
no one has to be perfect
for what is the one
but a place in my heart
left slightly undone
it's a fine fickle moon
hiding you and your kind
in demonstrative tones
rising up, not unkind
the voices come calling
come hither, come him
for how can you leap
before you can swim
l. epperson 2007
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