By Appointment

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?

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