It was a pleasant evening.

Breath like honeycombs and skin like moonlight. Pushing each other to the edge of madness, then drawing slowly back.

everything we should have been, but haven't for so long unwrapped itself last night; eight arms unfolding outward,

In Harmony.
In Chaos.
In Passion and Frustration.
In Progression.
In Laughter.
In Lips and Eyes.
In Fear.
and In Trust.

We are paradoxically joined, bound by feathers and lead
broken but secure
for the moment ignorant, happy, and tired.