Not to Be Eclipsed
Artemis and Apollo
Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem
He settles into quietness, a moon
That does not give a care about eclipse.
He settles into desperate calm, a noon
Ruled over by a god with crescent lips
And half-moon buttocks. He can count it out
Until the full moon time will come, will rise,
Will offer him the love that makes hips pout.
He waits with slowly spreading knees and thighs.
He waits for tongues to find their phasing way
To his most heavenly of urgent parts.
He waits for love enough to make him neigh.
He waits for joining, moon and sun, their hearts.
..He holds out, curved and swelling hope. He needs,
….Waits sweating, for the launch of star-like seeds.