Sweet moon of comfort,
comfort me, push the tide upon me
making friction on the sand.
I am the land and he
the sea of waves and waves and waves.
Sweet moon of comfort,
the peace of me rests there.
We three,You and me and me,
are bigger than the wet-behind-
the-ears-ishness.
Sweet moon of comfort,
have you love to spare?
With your soft rose in the hard hazy mist, be more
than a lunar companion.
In the vacuum you create
be more than my conscience,
more than my hunger for the sweetness.
It’s too soon to leave. My darling,
Stay
and pray with me against the pull
that lulls against temptation.
Stay
and say you’ll offer me the ebb and flow,
the wax and wane, both yin and yang,
the soft wet rose that froze
without the comfort of the moon.
