The mixture

The water
was Hot.
The night
was a cool one,
caught between
the end
of summer
and the beginning of
fall.
The air was
a mixture
of both.
And so
are we.
At times
you can
not tell
where
we begin and
end.
Much like this
Air.
As we climb
in the tub
with hot
bubbly
water and
green lights
reflecting off
our naked
skin.
we are calm.
The air
is calm.
The hotness
of the water
is meeting
this Air
and it is
magical.
Knowing we
can not produce
this moment
we sit.
We sit in
silence drinking
it in.
There are no
words,
no sounds,
nothing to
describe
this moment.
The air
and us are
the right
Mix.
And it
is perfect
without
words.