Golden Now

“I am eternally, devastatingly romantic, and I thought people would see it because ‘romantic’ doesn’t mean ‘sugary.’ It’s dark and tormented – the furor of passion, the despair of an idealism that you can’t attain.”

Catherine Breillat

In that collision
Of the yearning night and the eager dawn
That mystic merger
When the whiskey-soaked beams
Of the dying moon mix
With the candy-coated rays
Of the newborn sun
And the nectar floods our veins with
Fire and hope
That moment between moments
When I find my way
To the soft skin of your parted thighs
The time before the point
Where today’s hopes become
Yesterday’s regrets
That golden now, that magic nowhere
That timeless space
That is the size and shape of us
Where in the infinity of your eyes
The friction of our skin, and
The shared rhythm of our pounding hearts
We can get lost and we can find home