The Moon’s Austere Command (for Kat February 14 2013)
The oceans rise at moon’s austere command
& I, no less, am stirred by your embrace.
For you, my love, lift veils to show your face.
The clouds unfurl, reveal our secret land.
& if the moon, the virgin queen of dreams
Can frost the fiery sheets on which we lie,
In coils & strokes & licks of shuddered sigh,
Our burning love, my sweet’s not what it seems.
The breeze by which our passion’s flame is fanned
Will ebb away & let the night erase.
The path of light upon the water gleams.
That steadfast source is true & cannot die.
The moon, the moon - she bathes our darkened room.
Her silver seals the everlasting tomb.
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