He tasted like a summer night
Under a bright moon,
Sublime in nature;
An overflow of thoughts
Rippled to the perimeter of his mind.
Bloodshot – his eyes heard all
That mine could not see.
Symbolism expanded in my space
As it dwelled in his.
Shapes and objects in our cocoon
Filled with colors and textures –
It soon became apparent that
Our realities were measured
By the intensity with which
Our convictions were expressed.
He’s shifted; I’m immune.
In his trajectory I find solitude.
He yearns for me; I give my all.
Still, alone I walk.
But it’s perfect in its existence.
With the stillness of our hearts
We succumb, but only momentarily.
From passion we’ve come this far,
Ever so enthralled with love.