The Moon in Love

Here's the Moon, in love with the Sea,
Her silvery tongue all over his face,
Deliriously covering his rugged face,
As she covets his depths and matches his pace.
With ardent, argent-y kisses she declares her hardened intent
But for tonight, and tonight only. For she means to leave no evidence
Of her boundless and shameless ardor
Lest her Lord, the Sun, King of the heavens,
Upon rising again on the morrow
To give birth to yet a new day may know
Either bitterness or sorrow.