Siren Call

A cycle soon to be repeated. The birds are returning, the moon in her dances signals the approach of my return.

I have carried you in every moment, worlds away, the sweetest haunting.

My body buzzes with the memory of our contact. The feel of your skin as you hold me in your arms, the power of your gaze before you turn to look at me. The primordial sensation of finding home.

How many times have we parted?

How many lifetimes, from atoms to planets have we conjoined?