Full Moon over Bridlington Beach.

Bring it on I say
under this moon full of love
my eyes can't take it all in,
my heart grows fat
in the light of it.
Nightly, I watch and wait
growing restless
till I see it, fat and full.
Hanging over the sea, the
air yellow and lilac.
Inside, this is me.
Bruised. The full moon heals, they say.
Over the months ahead
you will fade, be just a
Sliver of crescent.