Christine V. Grupp

(Tonawanda, New York)

The Moon - Poem by Christine V. Grupp

The moon is sleeping on my bed,
And putting strange thoughts in my head.
Its light caresses me inside,
Moves passion round as if a tide.

The moon is cool and blue and ice,
But still he's behaved and nice.
When I looked up into his eyes,
He showed me shades of paradise.


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 2, 2003



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