Cryptic?

(What I just said, about poetry being cryptic, evasively solid, reminded me of another poem I wrote for a friend who was troubled by it.....so I'm putting it in here too.)

Cryptic?

I step outside to see the moon
strung up on the telephone wire
like a single pearl
And it seems an appropriate beauty
Is the one
Who said the poem was cryptic
Was right
As wrong and circumstance
Was right
And crippling encoded
Cryptic coupling kissed
Metaphors tease wits
Spat and coo and cope
With imperfection
Crudely
Like a single pearl 
Still waging wire
Sometimes nights fair better
left unsaid