Out of the thinness of the moon's lean crescent, <br />Love comes creeping, like a thief of planets; <br />Like windows had vital information for kingdoms, <br />And a bed were the secret of a spaceships escape. <br /> <br />If the way stood empty, an abyss behind a world, <br />Or as far away as blood, once emptied from veins; <br />If the seas should swoon, and clouds swelled and festered, <br />When a drunken delusion mesmerized the trees. <br /> <br />If being naked were accepted, as natural and sacred- <br />And a fluid silence encompassed the waves- <br />And matter swam, in a different sort of ocean- <br />And everyone got, as good as they gave.<br /><br />Patti Masterman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/love-comes-creeping/
