Retrograde

I started writing this on the porch one recent summer night. As there was no moon, I noticed Mars and wrote about it as if it were my muse. I had not intended writing something so homo-erotic, but next day as I read what I'd wrote last night in the dark, it was either I had to either go with it or tear it up. I think someone somewhere someday will like it.
If that's you, then this is for you.


Retrograde

Out on a cool summers’ eve,
The moon is new, she’s taken leave, 
So tonight stroll I with Mars, instead,
Processing in his ecliptic bend,
From arousal ‘til dim morning light,
  We’ll tend as friends, ‘til the nighttime ends

To walk out with my yonder friend,
You’ll think I’ve wandered ‘round the bend,
Yet ‘til my Muse returns in her own way,
It’s he is here, and so am I
  Together ‘neath night’s purple sky,

Communion in the late of night,
He bathes me in a cool pink light,
Anoints me as a Delphic rite,
  And loves me as a goddess might,

And how special is so loving a friend,
To wander by, turn twist and wend,
With whom to pass the night away?
   I really have no more to say