I rode the arc of the scimitar moon
I balanced the blade from the tips of my fingers
And I severed artery and tendon
I bit through the flesh of the beast
I swallowed it whole
I sang the hymns and worshipped at the shrine
And still those temples fall into dust
Rise up into still air and become clouds
No one said I was easy
And no one said you were hard
But we’ll take it on faith, my love
And what rises on your horizon
Might be the maw of something ancient
It looks angry from here
as i read this again, it becomes one of the most lucid and obtainable pieces i've read for a while. you capture the essence of looking into the past, and the struggle of overcoming, with the duty it takes to do so in a relationship, and that's quite an accomplishment to do so in such an eloquent fashion. this show's a very firm grasp of poetic device, and an excellent use of semantics. it's something i'll read over many times.
It is effective poetry because it reminded me of two couples that it might have been about (if they wrote it instead of you, kinda?)
I have read these metaphors and images, used just as you use them here, in so many poems that they don't have a lot of evocative power or shock value any more, which is the trouble about repeating the best figures of speech to the keenest readers!
But I am reading it again, and just like jacoberin, I certainly like it and find it entertaining how you refer every line to that rising moon so I just realize it in the last three lines!