shifting legs
keeping the tide at bay
holding breath
keeping the words hostage
fingertips
whispers
no need for grand gestures
when all the world
is contained
in one drop
when so much pleasure comes
it can’t be contained
but has to be shared
and the joy
of the joining
surpasses
everything
dark
shifting hands
keeping bodies close
holding fast
keeping gazes locked
climbing
piercing
opening a sliver in the sky
exposing flickers
something beyond
clouds or stars
when nothing could be sweeter
or as tangy on the tongue
than the drop of potion
and the joy of the joining
surpasses
everything
dark