Tonight our Most Capricious Moon
sails by, resisting cries of Soon
you'll leave us! You whorish playboy!
Won't you stay the night, once, enjoy
No. He waxes, glozes, blusters.
We, soaked with naked want, muster
up the strength to face Morning Sun,
who swaddles us. Yet we're undone
by Lamp's luster.
Kerry's weekend mini-challenge to the Real Toads is a lovely form, the florette. Try one!