The Cuckold’s Cap

The moon wears a cuckold’s cap

But he laughs to see us —

I in my greatcoat of imagination

And she in her sable of wonder

Between two candle flames

Our heads flicker, suspended

We caress each other

Like drowned bodies

In an ocean cave

Moving with the tide

The moon wears a cuckold’s cap

The shadow of its silver horns

Reaches through the window

Touching us, a gentle warning