Bernard M. Jackson
Sonnet - To The Moon So Beautiful
Moon of cremola, in deep yoghurt skies,
Whisked from vanilla of crystalline stars,
Sweet falls the evening; your mixture belies
The dark bowl that bears you in the night’s bars.
Around you, thick cloudings of blackcurrant jam,
And milk of spilt promise to moisten your shoon
If I might consume you, my mouth would I cram,
It, like lapped cremola, you vanish too soon.
Could I but change you to low-fat cream cheese,
All poured upon night in heavenly spread,
The skies would be moonless; then at my ease,
Your smile would be plastered all over my bread!
Ah custard of Cupid, some mouth-watered force
Decreed your selection for day’s second course.
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