That Blessed Moment

It was at this very angle that it shone on us that day, this sun. In a moment it wrapped us in its golden silk, in a golden sleeping bag, as it were. Close to each other, so close no distance could be seen between us, so close our breaths mingled together. Like two silk threads twisted around each other in the embroidery pattern of a bedspread. Like two young leaves entwined in one garden bed on a single stem. The twisting and turning of two bodies thirsty for each other, upon each other, in one bed: recurring, alive, in this very moment of the sun’s light every day...