The moon melted in my arms

so I took her place in the sky.

And soon my essence transformed,

an exhausted subsidiary swelling 

within my breasts, 

perpetually bound in service

to the vast explorers of the earth. 

Oh, how my lusting eyes watch

as his warm body, replete 

with the fragrance of promise 

and prospect, 

wanders under my cool brilliance 

while I sit there, still, 

languishing in my lithic divots, 

where my pools of tears

lay to slumber. 

My pools will remain full 

and my presence ceaseless

and my radiance abetting,

frozen in the realm of time

among the callous landscape of the night

while the zealous wanderer runs free, 

painted, under the nurture 

of the maternal moon.