Swirling

The wind moves through atoms like you move through my beating chest cavity.

Swirling like rhythm, like dreaming, like dust.

Pounding like a mother drum, her beat steadfast and hungry for healing.

The reality of forever becomes an emerging concept that lingers in the air

like mist off of a waterfall.

You are the rock face.  The foundation.  The frame.

Ensnared in the vineyards and drunk off of love, your lips are like rose and hibiscus.  

One taste and the tide swells in anticipation.

The moon waxes and wanes the way my feelings shift and change.

Let's go on an adventure.  Let's build a fort in the woods.

Let us find ourselves in the middle of nowhere and lose ourselves in the center of it all.