Stone Temples and Organ Music

For Ros at Tagub Hot Spring

A near pregnant moon lights our path in subtle shades of cobalt blue. This light melts the clothes from our bodies. There is no shame in the form of silhouettes. In pools of tide sculpted stones, tiny crabs nibble near our backs. The moon is shaded from view by the jagged outlines of coconut leaves. Enter the volcano's fading breath as waves crash forth. Rustling palm leaves and gecko croaks play hymns. We balance ocean polished stones atop each other to form temples. Seven steps to heaven. The water ripples from humming resonance in our lungs like deep organ tones heard in the cathedral. The heat of our prayers boils the water permeates our very being. Who says heaven is up?