I touch my feet
to your feet.
Our bodies
feel
sacred.

The
letting
down
of
great
walls
covered
in moss
on the north.
Corrode
crumble
down
the end
of
our
bed.

The
sheets
turn into
a sanctuary.
Where
whispers
and
light
kisses
become
heavy
with
the scent
of
burning
oils.

What's building
between
us
is
delicate.
Like
seeds
from a
dandelion.
Naked
at times
and
fragile.
This I must
place
on my lips
to blanket
yours.

In our love
the light from
our room
eclipse my hips
as I turn them
closer to
yours.

Your arms
wrap around
the moonlight
delicately.
It's been
a while
since
we allowed
the petals
from the wild
flowers
depetal
and become
moist with
rain that
drips
from
your
twilight.

Your skin
tastes like
sweet
almond.
Your eyes
match
the
same.
As I
become
lost in those
dark
brown
pools of
heated
spring.
The hills
of
my
body
collapse
into
your
ocean.
Only
you and I
you and I
my love
listen to it
our hearts
beating
together
in the
same
space.
Resting
on each
other
with
each other.

The river
and the
lakes
all
see
the threads
of
red
and
gold
which
thread
our souls
together
again.
you are mine
you are mine.