June Wolf

You are my moon

You transform me

In the night

You are my muse

You inspire me

To fight

Oh June, you confuse and take me on trips

Around the world I often slip

In your hands I’m held awkwardly

I become a small but wanted sea.

In the moon I’m just a blip.

A sea of red that you can sip

Author: storiesyoumightlike

Rickey Rivers Jr was born and raised in Alabama. He is a Best of the Net nominated writer and cancer survivor. His work has appeared in various publications.

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