back and forth
she sways
like
how a passionate
peach would do
with her swain
pressing
his blue soul
onto her body
of water
bearing his sun
in her womb
his stars
on her bossom
and supple to all
his moon phases
rising and receding
with his moony moods
bright in his light
dark in his night
chaotic with his
thunderstorms
but still caressing him
with her vapour
and be loved,
in his rain-
two
cursed
eternal lovers
fated to fall apart
but still
be in love,
rise and fall
in love
from measureless
mile away