Destin

[feli_ocelot]

A dark and clear November sky
Lit up by stars that seemed close by
The full moon bright to be our guide
The cold night draws us side to side
We lay the sleeping bag in the sand
Undressed and pressed hand in hand

While kissing we can hear the tide
We move our bodies likewise
Movement synchronized and become
beating hearts like one drum
Faster, faster, faster until
I feel the waves and all is still

Except for the drumming of our beating hearts
Exchanges through pressed lips and heavy breaths
Experiencing reciprocated warmth
Experimenting with the stars
Expecting what may become of this
Accepting what may become of this