Wrestling

Last night the sun and the moon wrestled.

Blazing burning passion wrapped in the arms of slow burning intensity.
Blue eyes meet brown.
A tangle of white lips and limbs, touching and groping
Coming together and moving apart
Only the blond and brown hair gave distinction to the melding parts.

Souls and bodies intertwined like a fleshy yin and yang.

High energy meets cool passion.
Burning rays of the sun give light to the moon,
And the moons gentle tide-moving power entrances the sun.

A beautiful pair, wrestling in the night.

The moon weeps from joy as it bathes in the light of the sun.
With out the sun it weeps in the darkness
Craving the warmth and intensity of the sun's gaze.

The moon is used to waiting, watching and timing the seasons,
Patiently he moves through the sky
Looking forward to his next match with the Sun God.