I made Leviathan

It was monstrous  
Yet I slayed his generous advances
 
How could I have predicted  
Sure footed  
But...  
Both creeping pounding each  
Both snarling sides of face  
 
One sweetly  
 
One harsh and dripping breath whiskey  
Snoot and scowl  
A bronze fist the left  
 
I caught it like straw  
 
The right as if snow had fallen on my lashes  
 
Not that I had wept  
 
And neither did I laugh  
The laughter caught and kept  
 
I saw his eyes each  
I saw belladonna  
And fire  
I saw hate and love  
And the slow death of the Sun  
Into a chill night  
Casting tender mercies
 
Until another morning  
Where pounding crept  
Where my aching came
 
And peace had slept