We Kissed At the Throat of Forever

Sequined, black curtains closed the distance day allowed and moon drops traced my secret smile. I could sense the mutual comfort within our bottled span of darkness, and yet an uncanny restlessness crowded us closer. Our hands tangled, unwittingly channeling one another, weaving magic through shadows and sparse moonbeams where fluttering silver threads spared glimpses of unspoken inquiries; leaving enigmatic riddles of romance and silent questions and answers in expressions that never really revealed enough to extinguish the mystery of the night. Dew damp grass tickled our toes, whispering something amongst the blades as if gossiping about you and me and wayward branches wagged fingers scolding us as midnight trespassers. We spoke so little that I wonder if you too were afraid that words might shatter our bottle allowing the moment to escape. After all, few nights unravel quite so perfectly into perfect confection of confusion and caprice poured into a moment’s space. And yet the bottle burst; there She was, The Mistress of the Night sitting regally in full celestial splendor, waxen and confident in her right to rein, a lone pearl at the throat of forever. It was her right to tear away the darkness and gift us the shadows that fused our embrace, our lips, our thoughts and bridged two mesmerized souls at the throat of forever.