We laid in bed, bathing in muffled sunlight
A golden stream seeped between the drapes
Our Arms and legs tangled under love stained sheets
-It was the morning of the New Year
And so the sun rose slowly over the condos that barricade the shore
We were not working, not buying, not selling, not talking, not thinking
We were not planning not worrying not regretting not celebrating
But embracing one and other, both physically and spiritually
Her breath a weeping violin, her heart plucking an upright bass
And as we shift, tossing and turning in a rain stick lullaby
We were alive, in love. And that was all that mattered