Bliss

assemblage point
little things hold bliss
hidden but if you listen
beauty
perpetual in its own perpetual beauty
bliss
wind and cold
lightning streaks
and momentous thunder
passively lay beneath the sky
oranges and purples fly by
just bliss
the wind flows
across the three
as clouds devour stars
blue daytime at night
just lay, relax
bliss
flowering from bodies
so lost and amazed beneath the stars
laughter and cuddles
the two of four
thunder rumbles
wind blows across our hair
this journey laying still
begging nothing
coveting none
I am amazed
bliss