would the moon call the Earth an abuser?
constantly trying to escape,
always being absent-mindedly
yanked back
like a big child with a balloon.
with hands that show hate
deep in its lines and cracks
from years without love.

would the Earth call the moon a molester?
slowly ******* at her heels,
asking for visits
for attention,
for life,
to soothe dry bones.
constantly breathing stale vacuum-air down her neck.

millions of stars
shine sparkle twinkle glimmer gleam
like asinine onlookers and
perverted peeping toms
waiting for the sun to rise