Tipsy Tongues

Saw thee, silly moon, smiling at me, Let us dance before dawn drives us away, Imbue this night with fanciful folly, Each breath a hurricane of moraless sway. Stars twinkle their tiny toes in turn, Waiting for moon’s permission to join us, Amourous explosions, in flight I feel burn, Little skyrockets, hopelessly joyous. Slipping hereinto Selene’s crescent mind, Tipsy my tongue…enticed by her light, Drunk in this dream, transcendent I find, Her elixir inhabits us two tonight. Apple of thine eye, I am in thy sphere, My lungs sing out in celestial cheer.