We move through

empty space;

there is no ‘time’

we try to rhyme

our rhythm

align to distant stars

watch kestrel on the

wing for portents.

Love, whatever it is

ebbs & flows

takes us by surprise

there is no reason

to the hormones.

That moon up there

expands to full

another night,

another year

& you,

found me

on a limb

suspended by

the sea, weightless.

You give, I take, I give

a softer way of being

the fox cries

for its mate

while love,

whatever it is

ebbs & flows;

takes us by surprise

a hand to hold

& all of this

‘time’ passes by


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