The Fruit of the Moon Gives

The fruit above, whether full, sliced, halved, totally consumed by darkness gives to the poet an infinite supply of creative juice to gorge on some use the term muse, and the term abides for some, but I make no qualms about this absolute consummation between you and I, La Luna (as other tongues provide for a moniker I've no scruples about the rabid, foaming hunger you induce, you haunting seductress languishing on your black satin sheets, I'll admit and let you bring to light, glowing white, that you set this poetic lunatic's eye, heart, mind on fire!