Finding Now
Your hands cross the ocean of my skin
searching its depths
not needing breath
My fingers wander your fields and valleys
grass tickling their tips
your name heavy on my lips
You set your sun on my horizon
taking me into night
depriving me of your light
The moon guides my way down your path
leaving a trail of stars
to remind me where you are
We exist merely in snapshots of time
strung together somehow
finding our way to now
paxamo,
