The moon changes faces but doesn’t hide it
Freckled and pocked by the weight of delight
The sunshine will come, to shine in the darkness
Bathing the moon in its heavenly light
Below the zone of blue, above the depths of salts
Their love hangs in the balance, a drop of dew that’s caught
Or lingers between the pause of a breath
So beautiful and yet impossible to touch
All at once pulled by invisible torque
Two lovers performing a celestial dance
Each step they grace bound by crashing waves
One to the other forever entranced
A pure animalistic urge that remains
The little grey dog in love with its chains