Light spills like milk from the window. It drips bright upon his face. He is naked, he is the milk spilt from the window to the floor. He is sleeping now.
Sun whistles her breeze in the trees this late August and the birds are drunk with birdsong. He sleeps on through the sound. A quiet, dreaming boy. She kneels and kisses his fingers, soft.
Sun dances, warm and alight, across the sky until she is weary, disappearing with sleep herself. Calling, Moon! Moon! Im so tired my love, I will fall a moment and sleep And he will become her in the sky, following after her until sleep becomes of he, too. And the chase will continue into morrow.
But sun and moon are none, because he wakes. He wakes and he breathes slow like the beach when there is only you to watch. He wakes and the colour leaks behind half-open eyes and he is naked, so very naked this cold now-night.
A clock hand whispers the fleetingness of each moment from the wall and a cat drinks from a fish bowl. The world has stopped outside. There is only he.
But where is she?
She is on the roof. Writing him love notes by streetlight. After, she lies back, making a pillow of her hands and she watches, silent but notso in thought. A neighbour looks and sees she is alone here, under the stars.
Though many nights before they made more than love here. They made much more than love between the warm breathed kisses and her watching the stars fall to earth around them. He does not think, but she feels. Seeds grow in the soil.
And so, she is not alone here.
He cannot find her. He is cold with without and he is calling her name. She is silent a while, and then she is there, against the sky. He is still naked, the neighbour coughs behind now-closed curtains. She is smiling bright. Hello owl boy says she. Hello whispers he.
They lay back, fingers interlaced. How much do you love me? breathes he. More than there are stars in the sky. I couldnt tell you because there are far too many to count. I would count them for you, he says Id do anything for you. And she is melting into the tiles of roof.
They are quiet a while and there is only wind.
How much do you love me? I love you with everything I am and ever will be, with every cell and breath of my being.
She doesnt sleep tonight. Awake she dreams of a child of both sun and moon shine and together they breathe love, love, love.
Morning settles over all like a foggy blanket of light and they fall asleep by the milk-spilling window. Sun and moon are one and there is nothing else.