Seasons

Sex is like the seasons,

First touch, like New Year's fireworks, bursting and bright.

Then you cling to each other to escape from the cold,

Your bodies are begging to touch and to hold.

Next comes spring, and your bodies sing.

You feel your world growing, your souls splitting,

coming together to become one and then three,

coming together to create a family.

Now it is summer, and there is so much to do.

The heat keeps you apart, you touch only when passing through.

Early mornings drag you out of bed, and you forget that time has rushed by,

touching only every once in a while.

Finally, it is fall, and time slows back down.

The chill reminds you of that first winter touch and you find time to embrace.

You do not race.

Your body knows this game,

your body knows its place.

It is a beautiful return to yearning

It is a fire’s long slow burning.

It is the rhythm of life.