luna
quite
fitting,
fingernail
moon, that you
should also form
the orb of her breast.
still i see your silhouette,
in full circle, a feint shadow
crouched behind her panther eye.
those full moon nights she has me howl,
but near new moon she hides and has me cry.
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Love the poem, and the lineation is awesome.