I'm headed South with you.
You could be furious, at me and the world.
We have wronged you all of our lives,
Instead you invite us into you,
You share yourself with us.

It's night time and we lay down together,
your body is smouldering,
The sun seeks refuge. but your rage doesn't relent.
My love for you is tempered with respect.

I respectfully head further South,
untied to geography, falling to the equator,
and the wet heat envelopes me.

You are burning, burning me.
We sweat through the warmth for each other's touch.
In the open window, the leaves laugh at us,
their laughs kiss us.

This movement is lasting in the moment.
and your words are your love for me,
and so is your touch, your smile, and your kiss.

And you lay me down.