Full Moon Fever Poem by W.I. Stoneberger

Hadn't checked the calender
Hadn't realized you were only
two days away,
when I spent a long Sunday
in a dark smoky barroom
and set the demon loose.

I should've known,
so obvious -
the stirring
the thirst
the itch.

It was you, all the time,
as I fell into my stupor
into my surrender
out of my mind.
You were gorging yourself,
growing fat and sassy
in the Spring-ripe sky.
I was entering oblivion,
edging obscurity
in the darkness of last call.

Stumbling home,
I should've looked up
but my feet required attention
to keep them from finding the ditch
or falling over themselves.
So I missed your sarcastic smile,
smirking at me among the scatter of stars.

So you got me again,
seduced me -
tidally
totally.

I should've known.