Two moons in our fables and one on her shoulder
Zero gravitation when my eyes behold her
Painstakingly nurtured to escape from within
The face of the moon was drawn on her skin
The real one is white and glimmers with pride
Her moon drawn green will now and then hide
But after I laid eyes on her cratered skin
The whole of her moon had changed me within
Jun 10, 2014
Jun 10, 2014 at 2:25 PM UTC
Two moons in our fables and one on her shoulder
Zero gravitation when my eyes behold her
Painstakingly nurtured to escape from within
The face of the moon was drawn on her skin
The real one is white and glimmers with pride
Her moon drawn green will now and then hide
But after I laid eyes on her cratered skin
The whole of her moon had changed me within
