Full Moon Fervor

Full moon once again bright in the sky;
bit of craziness--don’t ask me why.
I feel longing much more than before;
Earth’s one satellite--pulling encore.
Bless me, July to June;
orbiting high, I wait on the moon.

Lunar nudging from miles above;
lustful rheostat, dial up love.
There comes an urge like tidal wave flow,
acting on this guy way down below.
Bless me, midnight to noon;
glorious phase, I wait on the moon.

  Night in my veins, might of moon remains
  to panic pulse and quicken breathing.
  Orb overhead, basic passion bred;
  normal state of calmness is leaving.

Tranquil sea afar on sphere of rock;
reticent I am yet I must talk.
Like I’m caught in a plight of ad-lib;
O mad moon you are making me glib.
Bless me, and none too soon;
maker of tides, I wait on the moon.

Full moon  through the clouds lighting the dark;
on my feelings you’re making your mark.
I feel hyper because you are there;
surge, electrified, state of aware.
Bless me before I swoon;
orbiting high, I wait on the moon.


28 Lines
Writer’s Cramp
11-10-14