Rain pouring down, we frolic, hand in hand,
Rushing from the warmth of the theater, hair
Plastered to our heated faces, the glowing
Lights of the marquee illuminating our
Silhouettes against the stark contrast of
Night. New love blossoms within us, tender
And fresh, like blossoms unfurling after the
Final spring frost, tender buds infused with life.
A harvest moon hangs low in the sky, shades
Of orange and red peeking through gnarled
Branches. We dance in the brick courtyard,
Velvet cloaks swaying on the October wind,
Our heeled boots echoing in the park with
Each breathless swing and dip, our smiles
Outshining the brilliance of the starlight above,
Our love growing steady beneath the earth.
Indigo waves tug at our feet, the sand cradling
Our bodies, caressing our skin with microscopic
Kisses, as we lounge by the shore of the lake,
Bodies entangled, hands interlaced, the mighty
Sierra’s framing our view, their leaves casting
Hues of green and gold on our skin, mirroring
Our reflection in the crystal waters, the love
Between us a comfort, a shield from the storm.
Snow begins to drift, a silent blanket of solace
Caressing us, quieting the world, stilling the beat
Of our hearts. We snuggle closer, for warmth and
Intimacy, our breath frosting in languid spirals of
Vapor, joining with the flurries of frozen crystals
Dancing through the sky. Our love has endured
The changing of seasons, the passing of years.
We are the eclipse of the night and the birth of
a
new
dawn.