Wednesday, September 30, 2009

The moon is a harsh mistress

Oh poetic Ocean
Mistress of the moon
You are made from tears of lonely mermaids
Drop by drop
Trickle by trickle
Intermittent,
pulsing,
palpable
You are the music of quantum time.


At night
The full moon glare skims over you
as a spirit in flight
And you lay naked as a woman in love.
Open,
Receptive,
Responsive,
To the words,
song,
and touch of her lover
like her
You are a harsh mistress.