Three quarter moon

It's full to be achieved- brashness  
some craters still concealed  
 
in life we weave, sun shine upon our seed
as a parent seeks affection
 
all gleam without the dark
pit's and imperfection
                    
the rind upon the pork  
decadence, fatherhood, light the road
 
 reflect on all that's loss
 wishes; hold such scant regard  
 
a child's first cry  slit between the curtains
moonbeams refreshment, afterbirth covered- falling on chaos
cradled sweet perfection and argument rages to call a spade a spade
the cherub that was laid. hurled pot of supplication  
the breast and nipple bleed  
domestic conflict drown! duvet drawn in self defence
monosyllables;  the rays of eloquence!
 small flicker, a prayer to heaven precede
three quarter moon, a tarnished silver spoon
 
waxing, the glory of conception
 
wind in the trees that shudders
 
eyes. roller blinds closing,  aftermath
 
fondling- white chalk, loves ghost
 locket strands -wisp's of autumn
the breezed caress,  buttocks mounds
 reside in indentation
yearning's reach, fathomless
 
dark quarter, unseen, obscured  
passion:  starve or gorge
Jack rabbit goes to ground
 
 The hemispheres turn on
 
#on earth we were briefly gorgeous