One

A Poem by Bella Luna

My words compare you to a winters storm,
a springs sudden flood,
a summers night after day.
Your eyes so coolly iced against my warm body,
pushing me into a slow cool mysterious chill.
Your hands moving so languid against the
organic spelling curve of my body.
Your touch is warm just as your kiss, yet raise
sleepy goosebumbs over me, over coming me, swallowing me.
I can compare your eyes to the peace and sparkle of a winters
storm. And as I slowly, ever so slowly fall upon the midst of you
like a fresh laid fleece of snow. Flesh, peachy and chrisp
becoming aware with its season.
On come morning, stretching, reaching, searching for you as we
open our eyes frosted over with the mornings dew.
Devils breath awakens the sense, trembling kisses and timid
glipses of each others eyes, we wake up in the holds of September.
Fall all around us, showing us who we are, became, will be.
Love is our season, and our time.
Come winter
Bring fall
Beckon spring
Tug summer
Together Forever.