Moonrise Affair

The Sun,

She raises her head up a fraction and I,

I have been waiting, watching

over

time sways on to a slow waltz

and I steal a breath

as She slips into her Morning dress.

I whisper due thanks for this:

for letting me see her

Still.

“I will give up the Night”,

I breathe into Her wind-blown hair;

transparent and enveloping my skin.

I hold my breath.

Wait.

But doubt clouds over her bright-

bright eyes.

And I wait.

Exhale.

Her mood

swings

from hour to hour.

Sedates my body,

my mind-

devoured.

Till at last, she turns, but readies-

to retire.

Morning gown slips off

and I know I have lost

as She sinks down,

onto the horizon silk.

Careful to give enough,

Enough space.

As Night takes her place,

and rises

On top.