The Moon is a Lush Mistress

Tonight, she dances alone.
Wreathed in misty veils
She undulates across the sky,
Figure Willendorfean.

Last night’s partner fled before
Seeking slighter company,
Leaving her behind
In his vain pursuit.

Yet still, she dances
In my eyes,
Her beauty undiminished
Her dignity enhanced.

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