Peaceful

(c) 2004 Aire Celeste Norell

We hold each other (not as two lost children) our arms circling in joy smiles becoming kisses and kisses curling into grins   without words to contain it floats up between us without melancholy the moon shines pure and light   I see your eyes doing things I thought were made up your hands trace circles on my skin and every nerve, every hair awakens   joy flows in me I am completely open the fear made peaceful by the openness in your eyes