We found each other lost, and made a pact: You would channel nature through my body, conjuring shapes to inspire blackbirds to sing their evening chorus, if I could offer you to the skies.
In our balance of lead and follow, I surrendered you up high, and your color darkened the orange-pink sunset into the cautious storm we felt inside. You unleashed your untamed, wild hair, and time didn’t matter anymore.
I played primal notes as slow rain massaged our souls. Lightning struck and thunder echoed as our reward, and in a calm tornado of touches, kisses and smells, we absorbed it with every sense we could find.
Our colors and hair intertwined like thirsty vines, and I plunged head first into your eyes. And as you asked: “can you feel what I feel?”. I realized—there was no more “you” or “I”, only green.