The Moon Stands Bold

The moon
drops her
petticoats
and rises
bold.

We are
unclothed 
flowers
in her flame.

Too long
did she wear
the clouds of
hidden shame.

The moon
stands bold in
the light of the 
unencumbered
sun,

our hearts
untamed.

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