sometimes our love is quiet, elbows resting on the face of water
sometimes it is abrupt like chaos, dropping sharply off into the darkness, brooding, dark, uncooperative. it throws a temper tantrum and begs for lightning from the skies.
sometimes our love is insistent.
the skin on our chests a different color, you from me and i from you
the trains of our hearts pass by, with no less sound than from our lips