Everything

Encircling one another with naked arms,
the enigma of creation,
all that could be called god
is in this.

The world begins with our love,
warmed by our mingled breath,
and set in motion by our own beating hearts,
echoing each other's voices across the gaps,
pockets of potential between us.

All that is warm, fresh, and new,
bursting with honest joy,
true euphoria sings
beneath the skies of our contentment.

We hold this world
between our brushing bellies,
and pin infinity between our blessed foreheads,
and in the end,
here between us lives
all that we will ever need.