The sky was a deep overwhelming blanket tucked into the spots our limbs couldn't
fill, and the stars were the brewing passion burning through the bruised fragments
of me, gobbling up all of my fear in flickers to tickle my secrets until they cried
mercy and gave themselves up to be saved by the gentle graze of your hands.
You filled and overfilled my arms until there was no room for me to hug the trees
anymore, but the wind carried my affection which moved the branches to find the
will to reach out to the sky, slowly caressing the invisible clouds back and forth,
forth and back, and the perfect crescent moon married them over and over until
the sun would stop hiding and they could all stand face to face again, unveiled.
The blades of grass were tiptoeing timidly across our backs until the power of the
weight of our yearning bodies urged them into a run and sent them rolling and
crashing into one other, taking all the chances we quickly forgot to cower from,
falling in love from a simple brush and touch like the very first time.
As the sun stooped behind the rocks to leave ignition of my skin to your fingers,
the space grew shorter between the sky in your eyes and the blue of the bay and
as everything faded to sweet sapphire, my hands exploded across your face,
trailing fire that drizzled all over me until I jumped and dove, free falling
to the bottom of your waters, and blisters sizzled and healed against the surface.
It was here, with nothing to grip but slippery sand, it was here that my lips first
said hello to yours, and the waters bubbled and boiled, bursting through my walls,
flooding all the parts of me that had been left so hollow and drained.