For you the moon is hung tonight,
bright ornament in star fed sky.
A crescent smirk whose teeth are light,
hungry smile shines glowing white.
Desirous appetites concealed
in phosphorescence are revealed.
Feasting on our flesh with zeal,
out of our love we make a meal.
We bite and lick until night yawns;
swallowed, digested by the dawn,
in soft blue light regaling on.
Morning rays having withdrawn
in the sun’s blazing afternoon,
satiated, we sleep like spoons.
2009, Concordia University, Montreal, QC.
Timothy Case 