By Jacquelyn Hughes Mooney ©04
Did you spoon the moon in June?
But only in the afternoon?
I was smitten, sitting under a lyrical tune…
Whose delighted fragrance ended far too soon.
This is why I long to see you spoon the moon in June.
When you spoon the moon in June…
Did you piddle paddle in a canoe…
Upwardly on the blue lagoon?
And with your fingertips you drew the world in air kissed bubbles in June?
As you spoon the moon.
Oh say can you see at noon?
What you did to dispel the gloom?
Your love for me that your lips croon…
And this is what I love to see you soon…
To spoon the moon in June.
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