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Conversation: Terra and Luna
You are mine forever, he said. I am master
you my slave. Round and round you go, caught in
my lasso. Your luminous nights and sleepy days
belong to me. I hold you in my grip.
She laughed, a silvery giggle that echoed in the
twinkling stars. I may be smaller than you in size
but not in power. My feminine hand rocks the cradle
of your world. I cause your oceans to rise and fall,
your lovers to swoon, write poems in my praise,
bring light to your darkest nights.
Don’t babble on at me, crazy lady. Why do you think
mad people are called lunatics?
And why do you think terrorists are named after Terra?
And so they argue away; who is boss, who is wrong,
who is right. Married to each other they dance the same
old dance year after year. Until death (or some other
cosmic event) do them part.
© Johnmichael Simon
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