Gibbous...

Rest eludes

Climbing into these choices.

Brink of disaster

Exaggeration, replete.

Swiping the time

Into my casket,

These are the decisions

That wax

That wane.

That torture the gibbous

In all her beauty.

That nite-lite for all

To woo us to slumber

Entranced to the Gods of night

To pillow communion.

Emptied beds coo

For Lovers to come

Together

To sweat, sweetly

Into the aura of two

Two to one

Wrapped-

Tightly, exclusively

In nighttime grandeur.