Phases of the Moon

I am split
One side dark
The other light
A constant flow
Into tomorrow from the past
Or reverse the order
It doesn’t matter
Because I keep sliding

Into desires dark and hidden
Or passion clear and bright
Back and forth between
you two I am pulled
Like the ocean tides and
The image of Yin and Yang

I keep changing my visage
While remaining completely still
The seed of my hunger for
the other face always present
in this very moment.