Moonstruck (Poetry)

Don’t haunt my window with your sickle smile
you get me into trouble every time
I can’t resist for long — after a while
I’m lyrical and bursting into rhyme
Oh, Luna you are such a shameless tease
you flirt with every lonely heart around
and bring a host of lovers to their knees
however hard the cold flesh-numbing ground

You torture poets — pierce them through and through
and drive them crazy with romantic gush
for a goddess it’s a shabby thing to do —
send them gabbling in a frantic wordy rush

I’ll no longer feed your ego with my pen
ah, but wait — that pesky muse has struck again ...