The Moon at Noon

Twenty degrees up in the east
a buxom crescent rose
as a bosomy silver beast
that everybody knows.

She's up and down and all around
in itinerant bliss
where every crater has been crowned
by meteoric kiss.

Each kiss a job around each rim
and holes where glory be,
where lovers might let vision skim
from sea...to Luna sea...

a madness in the daylit sky
much like that midnight craze
where sunny Selene passes by...
from phase to sexy phase!