my toes are still curled as
you surface to kiss me, ambrosia
on your lips as I welcome you in.

our souls touch in this sacred space,
raw with need, undulating
to a rhythm known only to us: a
pulsing cadence that lifts us higher,
untethering us from our
modern burdens.

devotion in your eyes,
I begin to quiver, and you let go—
catapulting us both across space
and time to the very Genesis
we conceived.

together, we transcend, spilling love
as we soar, seeding the earth below,
reminiscing on an era
when there was only us and
the Light, and the
harvest was bountiful.