fire

this spark
right from the start.

this feeling.
you might call it
attraction,

or energy,

or, heaven forbid,
chemistry,
as if it’s mere
molecules,

or spirit, like
the gods have
struck,

or mystery,
just telling it
like it is.

soil

the fertile topsoil
of our experiences,
the ones from
before
and the ones
we begin to
share.

the dark richness
of life.

water

the tears
and other
wetness
shared by us,
between us.

air

the space we
hold
for each other
to be who we are
together and alone.

awareness

the gift we give
of seeing and being seen
of naming what passes
between.

and it grows.

love.

revised: 2026-06-21