i am a promise and you are a force,
i am all words and you are all action.

i am a promise of complications, of heat,
of finding something different in the morning
than what you lay down to at night.

you are a beacon, a light striding across the sky
needing nowhere to land but what is open and empty.

i am a warm bed, an offering of skin,
a seeking sexuality which lights here and there
along the narrative of your days.

you are a rock of granite, lime, and age
which has never needed any explanation.

i am a promise and you are a force,
i am a seeker and you are the prize.