CIRCE LUNA

A Poem by Darwin Hageman

Big old gold moon doubloon

Tempt me not with your wealth of self

Into the darkness of such a

Summer heat

At the crossroad where

Your light and your shadows meet

I'd become entangled in your

Golden halo-hair that spins a web

Down into blackness,

And I would fall into your ancient seductive snare.

So tempt me not big old gold moon

Doubloon

Let me instead watch your rise

Where I sit safely

At the window of my midnight room

As your halo-hair presses its

Eye-lash against my

Gilded, well-protected window glass -

Of my moon balloon,

Oh, Circe Luna doubloon.

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