There are Nights

There are nights when my love for her grows too big to be contained in my body.

There are nights when my desire for her makes my bones shudder.

There are nights when my yearning to touch her is so powerful as to become the illusion of touch itself.

There are nights when I feel her presence – her laughter, her charm, her shyness, her frustration, her need – right here in my chest, intimately with me.

There are nights when I feel my soul expand to encompass the world, merely because she is in it.

There are nights when every breath is of her breath.

There are nights when I feel her submit to me just in the way she says hello.

There are nights when I discover ecstasies curled up within ecstasies.

Last night was one of those. I looked at the fat creamy moon in the sky, and I thought: if I can experience infinity and expansion and passion so far beyond what my biochemistry should be capable of…

then what’s to keep that moon
from melting into milk
and spilling from the sky
to foam upon the sea?