She slipped down
Into her satin bed
The moon sinking into
Her lover’s ocean
He took a bite of her
That morning
A partial eclipse
Of her gibbous Air
Borrowed his light back
With the help of earth
And The Earth
In return
Sent blessings of calm
Ripples of still air
Delight
That warm kind of texture
That only tropical paradises
Know
That warm kind of texture
They call
The after-glow
The moon dipped her head
In sweet reverence
An appreciation
Of his patience