Phases of the moon

The sun is up again
as if to say,
I told you so dummy!
It is I, not the moon
whom shines its rays.
And wouldn’t you know
the moon stood still,
I’ll tell you a secret,
he said. We work best
together, my phases and all
are just too much for her
sometimes. So I’ve settled
for shadow puppets. Look!
Our love it is there,
on the dark side.

A momentary peace.

Quietly
seated
at rest
with desire
though
still
desirous,
he knows
better
than to
chase
the wind.

No longer
a girl
not yet
a woman
she will
find
her way,
at rest
by the
phases
of
the moon.

Together
they
are bound
by
foolish
pride
in one another,
backstroking
in tune
to the
ever-changing
tide.