When Nature Develops Your Moment

Our kiss was captured thru the lens of a
water
fall
so it didn't stay
it won't
be printed and framed
or
posted for likes & comments on Facebook;
the connection we
made first with a
squeeze of hands to hips
and then soft meeting of moistened lips
was lit by the moon and
stopped by the shutter of
water
over
rocks

what a waterfall knows of
constancy and crisp, bold movement
it captioned our moment with and
rolled it under ground
developed it with delicate strength and is
sharing it still,
now,
with the cycles of the universe

Without the privacy of rocks and waterfalls
love is vulnerable under
stark parking lot lights and the hardness of
asphalt
where a couple: embracing, slow-stepping a circle
to the rhythm of their kissing
gets a literal flat-handed slap to the side of their faces
by jealousy
where midnight and booze are what
develops their moment and
runs it over with a spiked heel and
"You cunt!" threats and no one does a damn thing but to
watch

I am thankful,
eternally grateful
for
waterfalls