This is written for a past love. A recollection of a night when we gazed upon this natural wonder.

As the two planets intersect at this point in time, we too intersect at this moment in the universe.

Both solitary, with purpose, and exclusive from one another. They come together to inspire, igniting passion and wonder.

Perhaps that is their purpose, to entwine and interrupt their employed lives. Forcing a mesh of feelings and emotions that would otherwise lie dormant.

As Venus and Mars intersect at this instant in time, we too collide, body and soul.

It started with an idea, and a desire for mischief. Spontaneity and a thirst for adventure keeps the soul healthy. We always begin with a kiss. A test to feel if our bodies are in tune. To feel the energy of the other, and to know the intensity is mutual. I embrace her, wrapping my arms around her shoulders, clasping the back of her neck as we breathe into each other. I can feel her heartbeat through the tips of her lips. I move down to her neck, her shoulder, her breasts, in the curve between her upper thigh and stomach. Carefully showing my appreciation for the gift of her naked body before me. I drop to one knee, draping her leg over my right shoulder. I never go to that coveted place immediately. I tease her, kissing the surrounding areas. Once I feel her hand on my head, making a fist with my hair, I know it's time. I breathe over it at first. The slightest sensation at this point is intensified. Finally I taste her. A singular taste that arouses me like nothing else. Gentle and slow at first. Circles, lines, horizontal, vertical. Cupping her breast in my left hand I squeeze and begin to move faster. My style changes. Figure eights and certain letters, each move calculated and preconceived. Her breathing becomes more rapid, her hand balls up tighter, pulling my hair. I know she's close. My movements become faster. Then I slow down, applying more pressure. She is on the edge, I speed up again. Her body pulses, her moans  become louder. Her body tenses, tenses, then finally relaxes. I feel her leg quiver over my shoulder, I am certain of my success. I wrap her in my arms once again. Barely visible by the moon lit sky, we stand naked as one. Immersed in the sound of nature, we let the night breeze embrace our skin. 

I sit within the outskirts of nature. At the edge of her beauty, where society caresses the wild. Her song is filled with many elements that comprises the whole. The rolling of water over stone, the gentle breeze that brushes the trees, the delightful conversations among birds. Each a single instrument within her orchestra. Occasionally there is a mild interruption reminding me that I am not completely lost in her aura and presence. After these brief interludes of humanities footprints, I am once again surrounded by the sound of life. As she breathes into my lungs and whispers her words I wonder if this is but a taste of truth. What realization would I find in the full submersion of her song. The song that has always been the backdrop of our industrious and restless society. Our species once understood and loved her, but we have forgotten. We have fashioned our own nature within us that discards the loyal and proven, only craving what we haven't obtained. We ignore the comforts that lies within the natural world, accustomed only to the fabricated comforts and conveniences. How obscure does the crunching of a leaf or the crackling of a stick beneath our feet become when the only sounds that fill our days are that of machinery and technology. We forget how it all began. We forget ourselves.