Uluru squats on the horizon, the Milky Way rising from it’s back. Sirius, brightest of all, and Canopus pointing to the Magellanic Clouds. The two of us, alone under the majesty of Nyx’s cloak.
Our breathing is fast.
Taking her hand, panting now, hard and wet.
“Let’s share this with the goddess.”
Our lips touch, then our bodies, sliding together and joining under the heavens.
Flowers freeze, bugs fall silent, a hush spreads through the night. We cry out, offering our ecstasy to Gaia from whom it came.
“I love the dark,” she whispers, stroking my face, “I love you.”
