because there is time

i could be freaking out
to the end of time
and he could pull me back
somehow safe
in his arms

he's got the sun
beaming in him
and he's not afraid
to share

i have the moon in me
enough for two as well

it feels like kneading clay
that kind of warm action
that calms the nerves
water and earth
making shapes
for their future

making drums to play
in the canyons
after the drums have been decorated
and fired--

the drumming already began
the heartbeat at the center of sound
before the drums even yet exist

the way we sway
when we kiss

the way our feet feel the floor
guiding us to the bed

the way we wait
patiently
because there is time