And there in a name, yes, I too know the name; I found a cause. Not really what the stars had written on my fate but what fate had determined to be my stars. I figured the virtue had lost it’s novelty, so I explained my caution to the sun, “you were right,” shouted, “my circles finally caught up to me; the past is finally present.”
And how I could run, as though flying – and flying too. As it elapsed I felt subliminal orbit, your eyes rotating my mind. I tried to chase the vision with your lips but got lost in the eclipse.
And the eclipse, too, it was beautiful. The mind-bending awe of sunlight gasping. The last breath of radiance before it masks itself as visual silence. The momentary delay of heat still touches my skin as the sky becomes black and then the sun exhales and aim’s it’s arrow for me.
A parade of commonsense motions; lisping love through our lips as it forms into an ocean and the reflective quality of the water is just enough to make the moon skip backwards and chance an encounter as paradise. Your body is smooth and lips long loved.