Deprived Arms

What convinced
this supple face of a moon
into marrying a cripple,
the night?

Maybe Black was pious
and all that White needed
was to trip into a love
that let it palpitate
a heart within a cage?

Maybe that which is less
is the true infinity,
replete with depleting dots -
a revelation
that frees.

Endless darkness,
is perhaps, light in essence?
Disability, a bestowal,
a power, in a sense?

Moons dangle
in leafless branches -
love is often found
in deprived arms.