Selenolatry  

When the moon is new and can nowhere be seen  
close your eyes for a rose and gold colored dream  
as a midnight mind interphase go between...  
beam to lunar beam!  
 
Then think of all the lust upon which they fell  
in deep time evolution mating routine  
to hone, forevermore, passion's greatest spell...  
perfectly serene!  
 
Therein lay eons of intertidal force  
pounding away on myriad tropic slopes  
in ageless hydrodynamic intercourse  
showing us the ropes;  
 
demonstrating the oscillations of love  
by wavelets coming and by wavelets going  
and of all sensations below and above  
her monthly flowing  
 
draining from sea to shining conjugal sea  
with heaving swells culminating into coves  
the secret surf spume of buoyant alchemy  
purling life in droves;  
 
the everlasting ray shaft effervescence  
from oyster matrix middle meat constructed  
to luciferase bioluminescence  
nightly conducted  
 
by crescent horn orchestrated gravity  
perpetually mulling ingredients  
in open orgiastic depravity...  
and expedients,  
 
goading procreation with devoted light  
into every corner of the naked Earth,  
consecrated now, from heaven's forlorn height,  
for a hallowed mirth!