Lilting Love

Lilting

As the sea in the passenger seat next to La Luna

Frothy lips kissing sedimentary grains

Yearning for a love too wrong to be right

And yet, the two opposing forces

Intersect paths with every cosmic pull

Nature decrees

Why is not a question

Is

It even worth it in the end

Votes are in to the positive

As the shadowy maiden

Disappears into the waiting waves

The world says

All is well.