Image by Alexandr from Pixabay
Apparently the moon and the earth
Are slowly spinning away from each other
But once their bodies met and merged in explosive symphony.
We spent the weekend circling in orbit
Catching eyes, meeting minds, subtle scent of sex flaring
We hovered on the threshold of possibility
Liminal senses edging us with a constant question
We doused our gathering fires with hot water
And propriety, but they smolder still stronger.
I watched you slowly excavated into glorious 3D
As you unearthed yourself from the sculptors block
Under my unveiling eyes.
While faces in the foliage flutter,
Of Papatūānuku’s rapturous gaze towards her endless sky lover
Slip a note to find, a smoking gun points at my lips
The evidence is clear:
If we paused our endless orbits,
Slowed the momentum of our transits
We would fall into each other with the gravity well
Of our mutual attraction,
In an explosive symphony
Of no return.
Joe Blogs, Apr. 2023