ECLIPSE

The Moon is growing full again.

See her swollen belly,

heavy with the foetus within?

I remember when she was stick-thin,

invisible almost,

a virginal crescent

of glowing gold

that inflamed the Sun God,

then stole his fire.

Observing the eclipse in awe,

a God and Goddess' coupling

that touches us all:

In the blackout

I feel your hands

arousing in me a hunger.

On this rain-drenched beach

I take it all:

your pulsing energy

and reaching deeper,

discover an awakening Soul

as desperate as mine for immortality...

But Her time has passed now.

She is growing slim again.

Oh such bitter disappointment -

I am not the chosen one

to bear a miniature Sun.

There is only blood...