We are the moon that governs the waves and throws around the ocean between us.We wiggle our feet in the sand warmed by long days and sigh into the breeze of the shifting moods. We find our peace on our beach whenever the world is in need of simplification.
We are the field of childhood freedoms and memories of the time before obligations made our choices. We feel the sponge of fertility under our feet that feeds the grass’s inspiration to tickle our fingertips. We find our space together on our backs whenever we must smell the opportunity for newness.
We are the tent far from all paths that will shelter us from outside expectations and misunderstandings. We hear the rain outside as only a reminder that we are joined inside safe from the world washing away. We find our isolation and insulation when the growing importance of being one takes over.
We are our dance floor of unknown band with repeating rhythm already ongoing between us. We smell the sweat pouring from the energy we have always had even before the first note was played. We find our groove and grind when the words cannot be discerned but the intent is well understood.
We are our drum booth at session’s end, the smell of cymbals still soaked in concentration. We break the focus over the edge of desire to be close within a confinement. We find our spaces within each other knowing the answer to separation is recording endless intimacy.
We are our dreams so that we go where we cannot while the world around us layers reasons why not. We bathe dripping in the wealth of imaginations and realize our dreams are a fraction of what will be. We find our parting nightly so that we may fool our senses into a closeness we know is ours to claim.
Goodnight, my love. I know where to find you.