Wind moves Water.
Michael VII is the element wind. I am the element water. Wind moves water. Michael VII moves me. Makes me appear stronger than I am.
But a strong river runs deep. So deep in fact that blustery winds can only ripple the surface.
Michael VII and I are learning how we affect each other. The coolness of his breath upon my moist skin causes goose flesh; my moist kisses cause him to breathe gutterly.
He and I are learning each other. Like adventurers, we are wholly uncertain of the other’s typography.
But we know this: We move the other in a blissful and natural dance.