We kissed the sun into the ocean The gold rays painted your cheeks like shiny tears The shadows of clouds passed across your shoulder blades which looked as if they were carved from marble
We kissed under a crescent moon Two waves rolling into each other We enveloped each other and each breath became a gust of wind propelling us deeper
We kissed in my car and then in the park We kissed under the stars until they became shy and dispersed Your eyes were bright against the dark-- like amber, they were on fire, in love
We kissed until our lips were raw You said "I'll see you again tomorrow, When the sky shifts from pink to black (a peach gone rotten) And your lips turn red like an apple from the cold"
There is something abrupt about this union Like the slam of a door at midnight Or the hush of the snow (whilst it packs us in so aggressively) Yet it is so suddenly beautiful like ice crackling on a windshield as we blast the heater Or rub our hands together until they are sweaty
I wish I wouldn't idealize you like this Anyways, Here is some poetry to disguise the fear (the cold air that pinches my spine) Let's keep kissing, boiling noodles to share, and not thinking.
We are cyclic beings Living under our cyclic mother We howl to her and she turns red Our cheeks and finger tips blush Like a cherry Like blood Like a fire with a heart We become her We bleed, we ovulate, we phase In an infinity loop (Mirror images, round, fertile energies) Becoming and unbecoming