#another orbit

[crescent-drift]

a quiet offering

A joint passed, fingers to lips, lips to skin, a quiet offering in the dark.

Another "I miss you," a gravity pulling us under, where time dissolved. We surfaced at midnight, lungs filled with contentment, hearts buoyed by the tide.

And the beavers— of which I saw hundreds of, a backdrop to this fleeting orbit with my part-time lover.