The secret of dark matter

It is strange when my mornings aren't warmed 

by the smell like costa rican coffee

 and one more quick spoon 

before we fully surrender our nights 

to our day. 

The wordless peace 

of fingers and legs 

binding us together. . . 

anchoring our bodies 

safely to the earth, 

our branches, leaves 

spiraling into a jade tapestries

clouds spilling through the fibers. . . 

as our minds float beyond floors 

and roofs, 

past the bravest bird, 

the lighest spiderling 

sailing on a rainbow thread. . . 

past satellite eyes 

into the fabric of the great dreaming. . . 

that is the secret of dark matter

the hidden ingredient of the universe my love. . . 

far below, 

we let free happy little sighs,

into the softness of each other's necks. . .