The Drive
It was a long, quiet ride home with you
Full of unspoken ease and acceptance,
and you were aglow, as usual.
Even when I couldn’t catch a glance your way,
I could feel it
And remember the completeness of our round cheeks touching.
At times, I’d sense a nod in the darkness...
that receiving of a buoyant moment
in a shared sphere of splendid savor.
At other times, I felt you nodding off
Into that sweet emptiness
that surrender allows.
And then, the barely audible sigh
Suspended on the timeless black sky.
I know you will entangle with other’s dark wanton limbs
and meet them at their zenith.
Just having this succulent ride with you is enough.
May we meet again, when the sky is open and the night is long,
In this deep dark ocean of acceptance, dear Moon.