The sorrows of the moon

I would have wedded.
The sorrows of the moon
If she'd of taken my hand:
Blissfully I'd—been her groom.

But; engulf me, now—ocean
Surf above the poundings in my heart.
Roll-out; your cold, locomotion…
I am but flotsam, now, my sweetheart.
In as much as

I am beyond your languid touch
In as much as
With all the sorrows of the moon
In as much as deaths
Piling… sedentary gaze of doom.
It thinly veils even you!