The simplicity of first love hangs suspended in an enclosed world pure and unencumbered. A gift freely offered, freely taken, in mutual respect. Sunrise is unblemished like the translucent white of a butterfly's wings and wears the freshness of a spring morning.
We do not need to hold on tightly. There is no place for the possessive clutch because we are moving in the same rhythm and our lack of fear makes for the perfect dance. It is our pure vision before we discipline it into form.