This poem was recently revised, and due to formatting problems has been re-posted out of chronological order. 

Phases

Feb 23 2009

We met

in a full moon,

our love new

the light silver.

As if earth had been captured

by an alien sun.

I love the shadows this time of month.

How the darkness softens

light bleeds-in,

certainty’s hard edge

is blurred.

We yank the curtains, snap down the blinds,

but feel too alive for sleep.

Like lunatics, and pagan gods

feel the tide

rising between us.

And by the new moon

it was over,

stumbling about in darkness

reaching-out, blind.

When the stars

are at their brightest;

laser-like pin-pricks

against a black velvet dome.

Their primordial light

cold as absolute zero,

extinguished

the instant it strikes us.