On her skin it plays.
Curtain-diffused and rainbow-stained
inside the warmth, outside the rain.
Halting all in all.
Edges curl like a photograph
I trace her curves, she starts to laugh.
For our ears they vie.
The forest rustles, leaves shake free
deaf to all, asleep in our tree.
Does she start, I end?
The same place, if one could measure
where the present meets the future.