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