The Moon
Her butt, lunar and uncanny
Waxing and waning with each step, always in the right direction
Occasionally eclipsed by a shirt-tail
Moonlight spilling, not dripping, from her sides
Warming and surrounding her environment
Rounding at the top, pressing at the bottom
It approaches and recedes with the tide
Lunar and uncanny
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