Spotting Twice Before Period

the moon always sighs

atop Mount Gilboa
The moon is dying, dying


dying of love for him, the little flower that grows


that grow only in the top of Mount Gilboa E
'a flower indecisive and shy
By day the sun as the night wears

And when the moon the moon sees him with a trembling hand

Raises The edge of her skirt
To reflect His flower bloom

upon his thighs and curves of pure and
crystal clear.
And while the moon looks languidly
cries
Pouring on him
Small drops and pearls
of tender fresh dew.
atop Mount Gilboa
sighs The moon always

Why is dying dying dying

For the love of the Gilboa Iris