Ketzl- The magical nighttime air yearns for the fragrant rounds of your mouth, sounds our names; heads interlocking, eyes close looking for our inner light’s dark…
Gasps the breaths ‘neath our room — two bodies sway.
What has changed in the white life? Yes, one’s bones cringed and failed; became another memory, wouldn’t belong. Yet even here secret hands uphold, will never let go.
I do love you in the sensate moonlit lively refraction. In hours there we wed. Remember… when we were just too quiet to begin?