Coarse granite slabs split the earth
glinting at the fractured sunlight.
Sly winds whip and lash the grass and gorse;
disconsolate skies weep upon the land.

Rain rushes in to bloat the meagre streams,
and gulleys slash the sinewed  clay.
Pulse and sluice.  Erosion fashions
new forms of contoured legends.

Ragged crows snag the horizon
blasted and cursed. Little else
between the walls of weathered stones:
hand-laboured one on one.

The moor muscles its independence,
frowning at the low land,
bragging to the skies
its ancient splendour.

The night before was one of magic
Mystery and a moment in time,
When neither knew the where or why
For this affair.

Simple silence seduced them both
Then worthless words tumbled
As random as the clothes
Discarded without care.

Limbs entwined and body heat
Defined the pitch of lust
And dreadful desire
The two would share.

Morning mouthed no meaning.
Shame did not shown up
For breakfast and left
An empty chair.

I work at night.
My eyes lighted by the merest glimmers
from dark recessed memory.
There I can caress my thoughts;
warming them within cupped palms
pressed against the temples, as in prayer.
My church, however, left me long ago,
refusing to believe in me.
The feeling was mutual.

Heaven sent or Heaven made?
That’s the burning question.
Sanctified or vilified –
a cause of indigestion.
Bliss and blame – they’re both the same,
from opposing points of view.
A cause for sorrow, fame and shame.
Successes seem so few.
Arrangements made for many,
sadly don’t result from passion.
And some there are who contemplate
this is just not now the fashion.

Last night we measured time in naked bliss,
a testament to every searching kiss.
Still I feel the soft warmth of your thighs
rising, falling round my thrusting hips.
The devilled mischief in your angel eyes:
the magic you performed with tongue and lips.
I thrilled at every petal-fingered touch,
repaid with kisses bringing muted cries,
until the peaking ecstasy was such
that both our bodies drowned in shuddered sighs.

So there it is: we spoke too soon.
There really is a watery moon.
The seas of course are long since dead,
Caused by lava, impact meteors instead
Of romantic lagoons in Earthlight.
Then again, there’s a chance there might
Be plenty of water just below. A fountain though
Might never fall back down. As for snow –
Moonskiing not a prospect, I fear.
Snow in that sunshine would disappear.