The moon is drunk

The moon is drunk;
Her eyes roll back, her head lolls -
she mutters and rages...
Who will take her home?

Gentle curses spill from my lips,
like diamonds too rough for jewelry;
I clasp the cool night - a sudden lover
The moon in my heart drunk also

Ingenuous, the night pales,
awaiting sun's mortal blow;
Each of us alone...
And like the moon, intoxicated.