129. Hot Springs At Night (Myshkin, 2021) · couplets

How does a butterfly know how to flap her wings? God bless what’s natural, the love and joy it brings! The rhythm of my heart upon our hug goodbye Was moody, magic, shiny, sultry, holy, high. At night, the canyon pools reflect the rising moon Electric touch. Entangled energies, so soon? Electric guitar, drums, what music will we make? What lessons will we learn? What journeys will we take? The wonky weirdness of the walk back brought some spice. We wait, not knowing if she’ll come and roll the dice. Though backlash to connection sometimes comes from friends, She knows, I know, they know this isn’t where it ends. Have I already claimed this woman?! Am I hers? Let’s swirl each other’s wine, like happy connoisseurs! She said “I love you,” what atomic words to wield! The strong “Fuck yes!” inside me screams for walls to yield. Our third eyes touch, as she sits naked on my lap. This woman welcomes wilderness beyond the map!! Where do our souls already love each other from? The time is now. I’m fully here for what may come.