Love Comes Creeping

Out of the thinness of the moon's lean crescent, Love comes creeping, like a thief of planets; Like windows had vital information for kingdoms, And a bed were the secret of a spaceships escape. If the way stood empty, an abyss behind a world, Or as far away as blood, once emptied from veins; If the seas should swoon, and clouds swelled and festered, When a drunken delusion mesmerized the trees. If being naked were accepted, as natural and sacred- And a fluid silence encompassed the waves- And matter swam, in a different sort of ocean- And everyone got, as good as they gave.