Shine on me,
Luna, my beloved!
I am a poet,
drunk, lost in madness.
Apollo and Bacchus
became my companions.
The lips of Venus are
a prison for my soul's sins.
Damned may I be:
for in the poems of Apollo
I only hear your name,
for in the wine of Bacchus
I only see your face,
for on the lips of Venus
I can only taste yours.
On the surface
of the Moon
I can see you.
I can feel your love.
I can see your smile.
©stoic_poet
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