Spit.

we can only come together with moonlight

when She is watching over our intentions and desires

so nothing distracts us from the task at hand, at our feet.

kiss me finally at midnight, kiss me deep to turn the day

pressed against cold glass, frosty metal, wind on skin

but you are warm and we are here, alive

and nothing is more alive than we; two twentysomethings far from love

but near to bursting with intangible something, remarkable something

something deeper than thought, telling us to live and live and live

and live we do, for a moment, slammed into the doors of cars

for one fleet of dreams, we were idle, on the brink

the moon still looks on, too old to hide Her eyes

we are the history of Mankind embodied and wrapped in smoke and mirrors

bodies hot, heavy steam, holy water

there are no words, no nagging wishes and lost hopes

screaming supicions of guilty slopes

only you, only us, and we are only air,

made of things twisted in dirt

and from earth we are made 

and to earth we pay true tribute

and with earth we married lay,

until then we crash together again and again,

once or twice watched over 

hoping one time, hoping tonight

our pace matches ill-begotten stars