Must Be Love
She steals away into the darkness once the heart has reached its peak. Racing in the pale gleam, her shadow trails her, following her past footing until her true body finds me. I’m unsure if words are ever spoken once our beings meet. The white heart above us drives our attention. We sit upon silky grass, surrounded by buzzing nuisances while the night’s organ bleeds into us. Its blood is brilliant—perhaps lurid to some— and seeks our bones through the corridors of our pores. Her skeleton cannot deny it any more than mine, recognizing the organ as the muscle within us. We soak quietly in its coolness, just as we do in the burning warmth of the sun.
We gleam back at the fullness above us, seeking the chambers beneath the surface, hoping the core of ourselves will fuse together.
She turns to me with her paling eyes whispering, “this, too, must be love.” And I nod gently, my eyes faded similarly.