Deer Moon

Dear Moon, I pray, you stay away

New and hidden and dark in suspension

For I measure my fertility

On your periodic attention

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The time is right for the new, deer moon

That signals my extension

Though I pray you, this month, fail to rise

And spurn your monthly ascension

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For lunar months I've waited now

In barrenly angst and tension

Only to see your periodic resumption

Of wicked contraception

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Revolution need not complete

To shine on my intention

My heavenly body need not compete

To kindle my conception

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So Dear, deer Moon, don't come to me

I argue in begged contention

You can pause and dally, just once

In your usual intervention