Full Moon

John Grey


It was a full moon
and I could see bright yellow cheese,
the haggard visage of an old man,
astronauts landing
and the shadow of a leaping cow.
And I felt the rough
black hair sprout from my skin
until I was half-man, half lupus,
and my heart climbed ten thousand steps
in a moment with the nudge of my hand
by a pretty girl's fingers.
I howled, I sighed,
I kissed, I stood there looking up,
face flooded with the tiny feet
of ten thousand moon men.
It was a full moon,
full of innocence,
full of consequence,
full of me.