7
and it returns full circle
in patterns unknown
beneath a summer moon
we found home
in one another’s arms
temporary and fleeing
from the future
with nothing but love
for the past
this is real
for the moment and
we can’t expect it to
last
as love like this isn’t
meant to be contained
like daffodils against a
spring rain
washed away back into
the nothingness from
which they came
i listen to your voice
set against the cool wind
and feel the warmth of
your skin against mine
lovers for now
holding out against
time
