moon are you full or are you playing tricks on me again?

cloud hidden the moon peeks out its bright round stomach of light
grey puddles of sharp cut silhouette wearing thin like moth eaten robe
rises high up above the city sky scapes, brighter than any beacon
mysterious as a new lover disrobing for the first time
moon moon
are you full or are you playing tricks on me again?
barely a scrape or scrapple of stone flesh missing from your shoulder
turning like nakedness down a dark hall
you grin and more light streaks out of your beat and beshelveled garments
we're turning corners fast under you, highway momentum building under our tires
like night fires and sparks
lit the dusty joints and cigarettes
we bathe under your clean shower of white in the dark of night
nursing sunflowers that frown when the sun is down
chasing the cats that suffer from your madness
pouncing on imaginary prey
burrowing under blankets of ivy and discarded beer cans
playing melodies on windchimes and the circular blasts of wind that shake the trees
tremble shaking of your light like raindrops
moon moon
how you rattle the tides and blow the gusty blows of low
moon moon
too beautiful too beat-iful to call my own
or to gaze upon for longer than a fleeting glance
i fear your moon sickness will swallow me under your directional tides
of beauty
oh moon, tell me soon
whats inside of your greysilver skin
will you unravel like a ball of yarn, or an exposed golf ball of wirey rubber bands propelled synergry slowly exploding into the stardust sky?
moon,
could I grab your crescent ankle and hold on while the world goes assunder
my toes dipped in the ansid inkle of time?