moon and current.

he
spills himself miles for her,
spreads himself open to her
vast secrets that lie unresting
and they absorb the love affair
with envious ebony eyes for
there is nothing quite as perfect
as oil and water.

she
straddles the creases, flows with
his bipolar skin while treading at the
top of his surface but not daring to
stray beneath for there is nothing
quite as damaging to the innocent as
the unknown.