A Chai-ku

I wrote this in the winter, at Chanukah time. Decided that it'd be fun to try a new format - one syllable, then two, then three, and so on, till eight. Just like the candles, each night of the festival of lights.

You
and I
enjoying
the heady rush
of new connection
ignoring differences
frolicking, mocking, grasping
desperate to stay in the moment.