You / me
Sometimes, I think of the sun and the moon as lovers who rarely meet, always chase, and almost always miss one another. But once in awhile, they do catch up, and they kiss, and the world stares in awe of their eclipse.
Your wind sways the branches making the whole world dance. Let the fruit fall. We will eat it in the night when our love cannot sleep. The mere presence of each other overwhelming us. Tangled together.
Thirsty we will plunge ourselves under water to share secrets. Listen to these conversations. These moments are all there is.
A melody is being played inside us, we rarely get to hear. When love melts down our world, and our souls for receiving it. Music becomes our master, stringing us along to its tune. Bodies, minds and hearts spinning in unison.