Turning Valentine

You know how you can turn
And suddenly you're facing
The full face of the moon

The death-mask of a cherub
Rising to face the falling sun
Drawing in more and more of its light

The hills of his cheeks
And the oval of his mouth
As if he's holding the last note of life

But what goes on inside the moon
When it's east of the sun
Must be some crucifixion

Its light piercing the earth
Bringing these sweet nights
Of rain and expectation