Picking melons by moonlight
It seemed like a good idea at the time
Green fruit glowing in moon-blackened leaves
They call them honeydew
Giving the baby a bath in the sink
The odor of Ivory Soap
Moonbeaming baby in the sink
Water droplets shifting in the air
She opened her mouth and
Let the moon pour down her throat
Until she was full
Until she illuminated herself
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09 July 2009
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