The Tides

I collapsed in your arms
that night we planted
our kisses in snow.
It was a sweet scented,
naked night.
our breath heated,
eclipsed of light.
we were two soulful sky's
making new moons ​
in Lover's eyes;
Venus, Jupiter, Neptune
and Mars, moving in Sync
​with presence and cause.
​
Magnetic affection,
fortune and desire
not one could predict
the fate of such love
yet it lingered quite thick
in the minds of two doves.
We nestled so sweetly,
in our pocket of hearts,
it was a testament to love’s
great and magnificent art!
My moon fell so softly,
blanketing the earth
a stunning moment,
a miraculous rebirth!
A rhythm of chance
your love neatly stitched
it was the tides inside, ​
​when I felt the shift.

- J. Circosta, Tiny Poet, 1.1.18