Out of the thinness of the moon's lean crescent,
Love comes creeping, like a thief of planets;
Like windows had vital information for kingdoms,
And a bed were the secret of a spaceships escape.

If the way stood empty, an abyss behind a world,
Or as far away as blood, once emptied from veins;
If the seas should swoon, and clouds swelled and festered,
When a drunken delusion mesmerized the trees.

If being naked were accepted, as natural and sacred-
And a fluid silence encompassed the waves-
And matter swam, in a different sort of ocean-
And everyone got, as good as they gave.

Patti Masterman

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/love-comes-creeping/