Unmet

The Sun chases The Moon

He is Her Fool

He in all His fire

Who is to say that He rule

She retreats before Him

And forever leads Him on

Without Her coolness

His fire could not burn

His fire

Is His desire

Forever unmet

By Her pale skin, cold and wet

Pedants will quibble with my description

But my metaphor may still

Give them an errection

Povey Dec 2014