I had a dream that the moon was a drag queen.
The indigo sky was awash in silvery glitter.
The long tail of the slender mermaid was tumbling
through the liquid night with her long fingers
stretched out to gently touch
the crescent face of her majesty.
Her long flowing hair could easily
be mistaken as a wide tailed comet.
The moon took on a golden glow when
the glittery scales of the mermaid's tail
wound around his face.
She could see the pink blush dabbed on her majesty's cheek,
and she smiled at him in all his feminine glory.
They both waited anxiously for the fireworks to begin.
They knew they would be a grand disguise for the real show,
the drag queen's parade of heavenly bodies.
*This poem was inspired by an old T-shirt.
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