Rodin
she is
the moon
she was
just here
she was
leaving dew
putting her
panties
back
on
as the daily
chase of
the sun
makes it
hard for me
to catch
her or
even
just
get
a glimpse
a chance
perchance
that some
happenstance
might come
along and i
get to be
more
than
a dog
howling
at her fullness
but block the sun's
sight so he doesn't see
her
and
i in a
lunar
eclipse
kiss
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