Later in the night
after a bit of close and tight, I asked her did she love me
She looked at the half moon and in a quiet voice said,
'I may soon'

It was not the answer I desired or one that fired the imagination of this man
I can understand her reticence
to play it cool but like a fool
I went ballistic
quite artistic in a crazy kind of way,
needless to say
she's not coming to stay with me today,tonight or any other night that I might send her all the love that I possessed.
Nope,
she dressed and went and spent the next two hours on the phone telling me that she's at home and would not,unless the moon turned blue be seeing you, but meaning me again.

I get used to this
I cannot kiss a girl without falling so madly,in love and quite sadly often as not these feelings of love are all that I've got at the end of the night along with a couple of I might and may soons,
how many moons have I cried beneath?
shed grief and tears and for how many years and will I ever learn to turn away in an altogether not crazy day
will she pay me my due
will she marry me
would you?

I am defunct
I am shrunk in the acid of age
and there is the smallest amount of shrunken rage that if only it could would erupt and pump forth in one terrible shout,
let me in,let me out,give me love or give me ****** all
but she's all and she is
the reason I live as I do
under the blue moon hoping that may be soon
will be the soon
that she told me about.