Sweet moon, answerable for much heartbreak

from the lies your silvery beams induce.

 

'I'll love you forever'

until cockcrow next morning.

'Never met anyone like you before'

the many 'others' all discarded.

'This is love at first sight'

  on sighting the gleaming Porsche.

'This time it's for always'

 or until the first black eye.

'You'll never be alone again'

as long as you pay the mortgage.

'You alone can really turn me on'

to avoid a quick good night on the doorstep.

 

The hot sun dries up the falsely loving words,

which become washed away by early showers

or frosted hard iceblue on winter mornings.