First Moon went to the Sun
the heart of time melting
into a new you, a new me.
Native heart, special day
grew into a feather of love.
Caught in the winds of flame,
Sun knelt down
pulled out each heart
and joined them together as one.
Drumbeat thumped to pulse,
thump pulsed to dance
while the First Moon left the Sun
melting time to heat
and sent me flaming into you.
Native heart eager to know
if love could spiral and grow.