Ode to a last kiss in moonlight

Oh Beloved, how the moment aches
for twisted kisses round the tips
of our anointed and blessed fingers

She says, "Salvation! Repent! Repent!"
then silver spent she weeps for me
in wiry tangles of a waxing crescent

Oh Beloved, how the summer sings
for faint memories slipped wet long lips
of the trinity: dreams, hope, and love

She says, "Salvation! Repent! Repent!"
the holy moment rent from golden chalice
spit out upon the rough tweed of burgundy carpet

Oh Beloved, how the scepter crashes
against this last unclanged bronze day
the funeral bells of our once holy union

She said, "Salvation! Repent! Repent!"
then... we, both spent, weep for then
in each cold December since that angry sun.