Full Moon Poem by john clinock

In May.
Sensuality blossoms
on your skin as it
rises to meet me.
Oceans swell and burst.
Moonlight binds the limbs
to the nightbird’s cry and the rain.
The darkness trembles.
Sweat is sandwiched
between hot flesh.
Ragged animals walk the streets
like fingernails on thighs
and lunar tongues
lick our bodies
together.

This is the peaceful part
of this wave of oceanic madness.
The ivory goddess
has only just begun
her smoky promises.
Breath is held,
and waits.