I met a woman, generous, warm, and patient. I felt the tether of desire. We lay down together; the bond of want, the attachment of two as one. The terrifying tyranny of complete love. The joyful expression of one’s whole life. I knew in her another life. I know her now as my wife.
I am not owned by this woman and yet I am completely hers. She is not owned by me but I will gently fold her into myself with the power of a rising tide and as gently as a cloud drifting on a summers day. It will be our way. I will love her strong and deep, at times we will sleep the sleep of sated lovers.
Findings of self under the Scotia night sky, moon kissed silver birch as we feel and experience, more than see. Two people as one afforded a glimpse of celestial majesty and earthly life enjoined to reveal a reflection of ephemeral incandescence. The moon and the trees became one. No longer I, but we.