Impassive Moon.
She would come to me at midnight,
pale beneath the moon.
Moon hair, moon skin,
angel faced.
The sharp tongued cat
would cuss and rail her own compulsive need.
Having punished us both sufficiently
she would find excuse to make up,
worming beneath the sheets
with even shoes unremoved!
Perplexed, flattered,
needing her like life itself I of course
received her warmly.
This gorgeous hussy, angel of mercy
would descend upon my aching need,
fencing through the night, our passion revealed
beneath the naked moon's impassive witness.
Etched in my mind
her nocturnal ramblings' haunt, hurt,
hope me.
This sore confusion
has drained me, remade me.
First seen from a dream
oh. so long ago,
suddenly there she was,
the little glow worm of a friend,
sister, lover.
Yet pains' eclipse sated memory's bliss.
I cannot rise above this thing, do not
really want to.
Am I to be all sky, stars, lofty planets' circling?
Will not the Earth receive me,
know me for what
I AM.
You are that fecund Earth in whose gyrations I am interwoven.
Winter's orbit transits a chaotic solstice,
but spring comes around again.
I shall send forth my golden-silver rays to penetrate your hair cloud
those blue lagoons' your eyes.
Your mountains and your valleys, your soft, moaning places
will move and open to receive me.
I shall fulfil your deepest yearning, strike my lightning to your
becoming
mingle and fuse you me.
I love you,
yet am still above you.