Poetry about what a bottle of gin and the full moon can do...
It will expose your mystery, and your embarrassing desire to be beautiful.
Your desire to be special.
Naked for all to see- all of your hope for admiration is gambled on particles of light
filtered through dust and atmosphere.
Look at how luminous you could be if you would put your flesh forward,
laid upon the surface of your choosing preciously like a wedding gown.
Just as long as the magic of the full moon is there to capture your good side...