Moonrise

Slowly it rises,
stroked gently to life by
dusk’s ever-grown darkness;
yet unmet needs realized
by heavens and earth
on this autumn’s night.

On the horizon,
the bulbous orb
so glowingly throbs;
it slipping against you,
heart and hips opened
to accept its fullness.

Breaths then quicken,
us warmed by heat
of fire and touch;
movement in unison,
against each other at
this moonrise pace.

Brightened its glow,
it reaching more deeply
toward heated darkness;
then into spasms splashed
of ecstatic stars and wetness
by the full moon’s light.