Simple

 

It was always going to be like this. One glance, and all the fires of the world gathered inside your eyes emitting sparks and signals all the way to the outer orbit but mostly lighting up the kaleidoscopes of my eyes, which, through some magic of their own, pulled up the corners of my lips into a triumphant smile of a yes, responding brightly to the open horizons of your face, leaning into mine curiously, warmly. When my arms felt the sturdiness of your shoulders (mountain sides bathed by the setting sun), and your arms entwined around the softness of my waist (long grasses swaying in the morning light), no universal force could have disentangled us. Our foundations clicked into place, our soft tissues and bony elements whispered their hellos simultaneously mesmerized and electrified, and all our mingled atoms, molecules, receptors and synapses flowed in and out, free, excited, unbound, attracted. When my forehead snuggled smoothly inside the nook of your chin, the notion of time dissolved into the shapes and pulses of this new configuration, which could have been there for minutes or for thousands of years, listening in to its inner rhythms and beats moving in ripples, in waves, in dance formations. Fluttering like a morphing cloud of swarming birds. For a moment, or a lifetime, no one breathed; we were in sync with the night sky, and the day sky, with the moon and the stars and the sun, with the ground steady under the bare feet. And then, as if stirred and moved by the inimitable force of you, my face lifts and opens (petal by petal), catches the sunrise over the ocean streaming from your eyes, then eagerly seeks and surrenders, and the air is filled with delicious anticipation about to burst into a myriad explosions, just like the instant before the cherry blossom unfolds, soaks in the sun, and comes home.