blue moon

Haiku #671

671.

Encompassing love’s
Crepuscular crevices,
The blue moon rises.

592.

Blue moon, lunar blue,
I held the moon in my hands
And exhaled with you.

Irrefutably nude,
You softly said
All we can do
Is this love.

And although
I was bruised,
What could we do
But acknowledge

The Goddess’s delight
In quickening tides
And a Blue Moon.
Oceans also move.