Moon Dance
1 min readOct 19, 2017
If only I saw you
naked and dancing
in the pale moonlight,
your pulsing body
perfect in my mind,
your grace a holiness
of abandon,
a Muse of lust
and purity,
I would still be
jealous of Luna’s eyes.
Written by Mike Essig
Honorary Schizophrenic. Recent refugee. Displaced person. Old white male. Confidant of cassowaries.