Our Lady of Perpetual Astonishment

The curtain of nighttime lowers and I feel your body against mine, sweaty and wet. The stars fall all around and I remember our howling. There were yellow blossoms everywhere in that dark garden in the bright city. Unseen pleasures taken lightly, dewy moist everywhere. Three separate times my entire weight against yours on the rocky ocean shore. Our bodies a landmass. Push, and gravitational pull. Nearly as many years gone by when you came around. In the dark alone now, the safe cloister of night, these dreams.