This Moment Is Our Own

Stand and face me,
toe to toe,
palm pressed against palm.
Bring your face close to mine.
I close my eyes and inhale
for you are as refreshing as the desert rain
and as solid as a desire lived.
Do not pull away
although I am a running river,
inconsistent in my ways,
because I'll love you
like a saxophone at midnight,
when the concrete jungle is put to bed.
I will be with you
like the ocean is with a seashell
even though you cannot see its presence.
My voice will follow you
like a trumpet after battle,
even when my body is not beside you.
Ease your way to my lips and
think not of past lovers or future mates.
This moment is ours.
No matter how brief,
it is our own.
We stand inside the walls
of the Forbidden City
and wave white flags
that reflect in our eyes.
The sun slips behind the horizon
for yet another crystal evening,
and I fade behind the covers
of the shady grove.
I leave you now
and know not for how long,
but the February moon speaks
waves of silence
bringing stillness and peace to our hearts.
because we know that one day,
we will get to experience each other
more passionately than
the sun's rays spread across
the voluptuous earth.