Waking up to you feels like being held in the cocoon
of a gentle storm,
I sleep with such stimulated serenity.
We dream like spinning tops, forever revolving
only stopping to breath when our eyes awake
like sail boats cruising through tranquil waters.
I look at you and I see so many stories.
I often wish that we could sail with such
ease forever. That the seas would never part
and the revolution of our cycle together would spin
until we were too dizzy to know differently.
I bit into you, even though you were forbidden.
The bites are endless, and the nectar of everything
that is you tastes like the Nirvana of contentment.
Your arms, the cornucopia of nourishment, I float.
Across the stream of our muddy waters
we are buoyant in our divinity.