BICENTENNIAL MOON
If you sit there,
Close to her,
Know that her chest will flutter
Like breeze-teased lace,
Yet she will remain as
Tongue-tied as the schoolgirl
You walked home, long ago,
Under a bicentennial moon.
If you sit there,
Close to her,
Know that her chest will flutter
Like breeze-teased lace,
Yet she will remain as
Tongue-tied as the schoolgirl
You walked home, long ago,
Under a bicentennial moon.