Shadows cast our images against this wall.
Winds howl sending ripples through our other selves
"Can we have inverted selves?" you ask me.

I kiss your lips in reply
what answer can I give
to make you understand?

You are my moon in which all is
illuminated through this dark night
again
a
kiss.
I wish to always think of you and I...

The nightfall settles
and all we hear are
owls
hooting their song
each rustic note floating
transparent from your rays of soft pale light
till they rest
gently
tenderly
till morning disperses its atoms
like the morning dew.

But I digress,
where was I?
Ah, you and I.