Eclipse: Moon and Sun

He comes close to him; drawn to his edge
He pulls him in with gravity, lovely passion,
In moment, they’d embrace each other,
Come, come, and in other words make love,
They will make love across the sky!
Oh what sweet love-once in a few times-
His warmth would fill the coldness in his mind-
Oh how great!-Eight minutes or so of love!

Hot, hot, hot flames burned him now;
Very hot flames burned his cold,
Front- and his front must have felt-
Freezing to his hot rods that coiled around him no,
In this is paradise! Eight minutes or so;
Time- the cruel villain of this story-
Seeks to spate them; when they glow in
Pleasure- the pleasure of love-
He must pull till the next cycle

He pulls away gently;
Swings in space around the waist-
Departing from the heat of his lover-
And returns to the cold fronts of her—
Earthly shadows, in solitude for months to come…