No Man on the Moon

I was looking at the moon last night
It was like peering at a scene from a
Harlem Renaissance story or novel
It was like smoky poetry
All misty and alluring
Come to me she is gesturing
My moon is no man
Yes
She is all misty and mysterious
And it’s night
And she has something to say
The bright lights of man
Cannot hold a candle to what I got
Want some?