Strange Moon

Tonight, the moon seems somehow different
Pale, gray, hungry

We move as we always have:
First for the woman
and then for the man

We look to each other's eyes
for the lust, that, like the weight of the earth
has always pulled us together

But tonight,
the light of this moon
reveals in our eyes, children
lost, alone, needing approval

After we are finished
the night's cold breath punishes us
biting our flesh
as if to tell us:
Our love has become sin

But tonight,
as we lie beneath this strange moon
we feel, somehow, forgiven