Men
illuminate days in warmth and light
But
women make of night a magical calm.And there is no greater union than this
One rising on top and the one below
It is the embrace of a new rising moon
A Queen ascendant ranging upon night
Shimmering silver within dusk's ochre haze
Exulting the sun to a flushed countenance
As he sinks into west with all passion spent
She is replete with soft post-coital kisses of day
And she may have the night alone in reflection
Till again she is caught eager and expectant
In orange tendrils of flame we name morning