Synchronicities

We called in sick:

lovesick.

Coffee, 24 hours awake

and counting!

elegant retro bike

found in the trash,

hold my hand,

grab my waist

we're riding to the sand

where our feet touch

the ocean where the

clouds are our shelter

but forget the umbrella

for the rain is coming

slowly, then showers of

alignment with the

universe

and thunderstorm alluring

us to the nakedness

of skinny-dipping,

oh, Govinda, I see

my heart

serene and fast

out of my chest

she holds it dearly.

The sun set behind

the transparent clouds:

it is clear what we are.