The drums have grown from a tapping,
to a stomping,
to the very pulse of the earth herself,
and it was beating to our rhythm.

A synchronized stampede
in perfect accordance,
it taps upon your skin
and up your spine

Like a sweet ember
wrapped in the sweat of the bud,
you glisten like a pulsing beacon upon the horizon
which entices me to take a closer look.
And so I stare into the sky,
into your eyes.

As you part your lips
like parting clouds revealing maps of stars,
they curl into a smile
and my life brightens
like the soft glow of a clear night sky.

I can see history in the encompassing stars
across the heavens,
from the beginning of time,
until present day,
and off beyond the future.

In a bed of verdant green you lie with me
and when you smile
the world smiles with you.
When you laugh I melt.
Into puddles
into pools,
I’m dripping through your cracks.
Swimming down your slopes
and pooling on your skin.

I’m wrapped around you,
I’m tucked behind you,
I’m pressed against you,
embraced inside you.

A bare design,
skin and bone.
A siamese coupling,
like tangled roots adhere.
Here I cling to you
and our every breath.
Here I cling to us.