Holy Water Springshine

I am
chocolate.

You are
electric puddles.

I am
holy water springshine.

You are
the trinity of the moon.

I am
a rush of white lilac.

You are
the sun that warms our cup.

I am
the force that spills it over.

We are
swimming in a prismed overflow.

You are
the magic of the ages.

I am
the pearled tears of God.

And when I nestle my face into
that dynamite space between your
chin and your neck,

you must know I am
turning into stars.

Yes, the very same ones that we count.

The ones to whom we say
thank you.