I won’t speak of the way your
fingers trace the surface of my skin
or the weight of my body pressed
These moments exist not in words,
but as a feeling as tangible as my
I can, however, spell out my
opinions, uncertain as they come,
naïve in their honesty.
It is no coincidence that we met.
No small accident.
I have no concern
for what next, or questions about
reasons, only a need to find an
understanding between us.
The ripe moon magnetizes this
summer night, pulling what was
obscured into clarity with it’s steady
I wrap our easy comfort over my
thirsty body, greedily ignoring the
time, not watching for daylight.
You ask if I am falling in love as
though I can say why the earth spins
without hesitating, why a bee
desires the sweet nectar of a fresh
A young heart must wander, must
have the courage to make mistakes,
trembling with fatal potential yet
smooth as the surface of a still pond,
only occasionally disturbed by the
kiss of a fallen leaf.
We are not building a monument.
I’m not interested in making plans,
in turning something abstract into
something concrete, this only needs
to be a moment, not a lifetime.
If we can forget the future, let us
live exactly where the past borders
the present, and while we’re there,
let us ask ourselves: Did we create
something beautiful and dare to let