Cloak of Darkness
Venus presses up against the half moon,
holding her position firmly in the late night sky.
Exceedingly bright and beautiful
against her jet-black surroundings,
she commands my attention.
Curious that the moon
should hover so close
when he has the entire galaxy to roam.
There must be some attraction
in the midsummer dark;
some mystical force causing her to stay,
causing her to seemingly stand still by her side,
planets and stars to freeze in their positions
at a safe distance, far away from the two.
I reach inside the kitchen door
and switch off the light,
throwing myself into darkness.
Wander to my bench in the yard
to freely absorb the universal hush,
the theatrical display above me;
the desert warmth
wrapping itself around me
like an elegant evening cloak.
Pleasurable thoughts of Venus and the moon
flood my mind. Nearly touching,
suspended in companionable proximity,
radiating in silence.
The exchange between them is almost tangible.
The fixation apparent.
I watch them like a remote voyeur,
blushing at their closeness to each other
in this arena full of stars.
How they dare to shine so brilliantly
in front of a crowd.
Display their magnificence,
their exquisite inner intensity;
flaunt their liberated stature over the earth.
As if they have conspired to meet,
planning their rotating schedules
to coincide at this very moment,
to cross paths and hold their footing
long enough to talk.
Distinctly glowing partners
in a professional relationship,
holding their appointment in the sky.
Venus shining her intimate thoughts
into the face of the moon,
and the moon reflecting.
It is this lunar intimacy
that energizes my being,
wraps itself around my body
and holds me snug,
permeates every cell within me.
Their brazen emotional presence
leaves me breathless, merged,
and as seemingly insignificant
as the watching stars.
I sit on my nocturnal bench,
wrapped in a cloak of darkness,
musing in the silent desert night.
A vicarious Venus,
engaged in an orbital arrangement
with a moon of my own.
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