The Reflection Pool

Ravenous, the Moon dragged his
lover, Jupiter, to bed as this year’s
Earth Day came to its end. Their
sighs and murmurs floated on
the breeze, the touch of want in
those listening to the secrets shared
between the two. Their unrepentant
rapacity, that shoots shivers of light
across the indigo sky, releases the
universe into its voyeuristic tendencies.

Inspired, the grass fondles the crickets
as they serenade the night’s third
partner into a seasonal orgy of
erotic bliss.
Seeking,
seeking,
seeking,
they sing, their legs in constant motion,
incessant rubbing together.

Consummation and intimacy are wrapped
in sheets of fragrance that hang in the air
like silk on the line in today’s heat.
Fabric to flesh.
Our lovers abound in the anonymity of
dark and alone festers under blanket
upon blanket of night. Each their
own bed to lay in.

And this mother gives birth to another season of life.
Not wanting.
Not waiting.
Her children run, naked, laughter
trickling down their legs like water,
while her lovers rest from protests
of protection. She comforts them all,
as the Moon to his Jupiter.