Eclipse

The fragrance of unfinished business
lingered upon my lips and fingers.
The thank-you-note he should've sent,
he didn't!

Dark disk the moon devoured instead,
but lunar fuel returned refreshed.
Suffice it then. Let's go from there
to kiss and tell the testament.

It was for certain an eclipse for us,
but not for the three of us alone,
but for everyone who sweats the collar
and heeds the trickles southward bent

to midnight moth's lust provoked
to swallow light, even if only a 10 light bulb,
better a ten then nothing, Alas, the moth
by light's devoured.

In cauldrons, I'll have you know,
that brimstone twinkles in soft lit hues to then explode expletive,
and in the vibratory ranges of recoiled lava spurts
is heard the wicked dissonance of bleating mattresses,

as well as is endured the maddening cries,
which slap unmerciful the senses,
that --- irreversible something lost,
the insufferable groaning which is pure pleasure.

Eclipse,
mighty Eclipse,
Tonight, to thee we carol
and pay thee pagan homage.