Becoming Kin

Before the first moonlight spilled down upon us like winged doves from the sky we were fettered together like lovers were, In passion not yet transmuted into devotion to one another. Above us rose a virgin sky void of stars of constellations that would map out our cosmic future. You, son of Adonis in my wide eyes, me, an idol of Inanna, Convincing the future to never let this die, Not knowing as of yet that Amphitrite and Poseidon’s coercive alliance would coax us down the coast where we would seek refuge in the surf and away from the trappings of winter’s swirling snows and snarling winds. Many years into a union of rings of gold and diamonds, tumultuous at times but mostly heaven falling with her heaviness upon us. We fight side by side for a peace that seems so easily bestowed upon others And yet, like the ashes of Kilauea we rise without choking At night we listen for the songs of our children Born and unborn reminding us we are wrapped in the protection of cashmere Carolina twilight.