Here.   Now.   Under an impossibly open sky,
The Full Moon streaming into this endless pool
          as ocean waves crash and roll nearby;
We turn spirals, intertwined, wordless,
Our tears mingling saltwater into chlorine…
These moments of magic, unspoken
          as days pass into years between us:

Another here, another now,
Words of healing shouted over thrumming electric beats,
Another embrace, far away from oceans now,
Dressed to save the world
(or at least each other)
          in a desert haven, escaped from daily life.

It began with a dance, of course;
Our eyes laughing to each other
          as our bodies glided over, under, through—
Precognition, perhaps? A prophecy cast of our souls’ frolic
          for years hence—
A reminder of one knowing the other,
Fates twisting, turning
An eternity of good deeds,
Like a flow of pure water

Rushing over us like time.