Blame the moon
Become mine, tonight
It is not too soon
This season, after midnight
As you imply
By morning light be mine.
When we are not ours
Blame the moon
When it is waxen full
Clotted like a bucket of milk
Bowl round
And you will find my all.
Blame the moon
Hear its beams make
These puppet silhouettes
Ball dance maquis of brick
Make these shadows of my lips.
Brewing clouds are not the storm
In all its booming might
Blame the moon
For tides and storms
Become mine tonight.
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