Is the intertwining of our ribs
that combines your soul with mine.
I can feel it in the breeze,
it's as simple as you and me--
can be, existing in between,
time and space.
As we travel in
a sphere of seas.
It's the strike at 2:22
that you won't be forgotten.
In my heart,
I see yours there.
Breathing,
beating,
expandning,
at the same rhythm,
pumping into the
Blood Moon.