Under a ripe moon
we fell into one another’s world.
Consecrating a nest
of love and devotion
through naked limbs
and silver-grey clouds.
Reuniting in prayer
as an act of necessity.
How else do two dissolve the boundary?
In service and sensitivity
there is room for wild expansion
and for tumbling so deep.
How is it this moon could kiss us
over and over
until we understood?