lunar love- she is white, wide;
full of misbehavior. she sways gibbously through dark
windows expressly left open. her quarter just inside
makes shrinking shadows against stark
scapes carved hollow (just for her).
wax amber skin grown, she swells– painting me
restless &new. i adore watching her through cracks
&vignettes, bathing in umbra, waning intimately
at my rapture unbound. mystic (pitch-
less)lover; she favors me furtive
glances &words, climbing opal pedestals which
i like her mostly against where i can see her give.

i love her most in crescent cradle, where i can drink
the blackness from her peaking pools of sea-bright ink.