Perfect connections

Beams from the moonlight
sparkle in his eyes,
and shine to mine.

The dark dusk settles
on his brow, that
I rest my forehead against.

The winter mist
quivers at his lips,
and i breathe it in.

Still silence,
flowing through the air
as I hear the nothing he hears.

The wood burning, far
far away, like distant memories
of summer barbecues
he cooked for me.

The rippling circles,
on the lake,
criss cross,
when we throw the pebbles.

He holds my hand,
I feel his pulse beat in time,
like gentle drumming.

This intertwined love we share,
flutters my heart,
like a hummingbird at the flower
or a leaf dancing in the wind.