Song for a Lover

In celebration, communion, reunion of our bodies--
spirits, we come together in the darkness.
Our every breath a wordless prayer, a language
of secrets spun from silken thread, delicate shining strands
of love realized and strung about and betwixt our skins,
Our Skin.

With love we have spun new life from darkness, a seedling
at our feet, setting root beside our tree. As three
we grow together, intertwined and tangled for a lifetime,
eternity.

Steps Across Scotch Tape

The expansive seam between the two drifting people
 is tacked with haste together, a bridge
 like scotch tape across a canyon,
time washes back and away,
 never recorded, now-dissolving.

From here I see the other side, hear the flowing river but cannot cross to retrieve what is lost.