Energy

flows between

us 

now.

A constant

stream

of connection,

contentment,

and also

delicious turbulence

as we navigate

the trickle,

to the stream

to the roaring

ocean.

To love is

to die,

in order to be reborn

better,

more fully 

formed.

More you,

open wide

to the

discovery

of self,

and a 

glorious

other.

To love

is to

fly,

beyond

your wildest

imagings,

and also

simply to 

have the luxury

to say:

“Hey Honey, can you pass me the salt?”

~Lu