i am in love with the world
because you are alive
and no battle of flesh,
artillery, mere men can
take me away
and i am in love with the light
that freckles our skin
and we share the gap of an hour's
sun, chins raised
and eyes solemn, so
reflective of a rare cloudless
distance
i will come to you shy
this first time, the gaze down
my back, and you within
the safety of arms, the limbs
that shall love only you
and when you come
to me strong all wrong will
molt away, and this,
the remedy of history will
write anew as though
the snake of the past
should never exist
this will be the night of
two souls formed as a single
sentient thinker, lover
whole-being, completeness
born as one, and the hunters
the gatherers will cease
the sport
and there will be no need.
there will be no hunger,
no longing, no strike for
blood in thought or
in the body, and
this will be love
yes, this will be love.
and what of the seal,
the kiss to remain in the
deal? the key, it will
call upon forces beyond
the control of steel,
and make tender of bones,
to relax in shade and
sweeten the stones, looking
on at the tandem scene
dusk will appear, as though
on queue, lavender darkens in
the eyes of you, and you in
the sight of a thousand stems
place honour and what's true
forth of the pain of the
world, your hands spread to
touch the broken, vast
cracks and heal through the
love that escapes your fingerprints
and i am in love with the world
again, as the new sun wakes
and our bodies stir in the pale
fleeting, last holding of
sleep-we are ready,
we are the blossom of the
muse, under the gaze of
blue, glossy eyes
so goodbye to tomorrow,
and seek only today,
this moment-
a precise second of
forever to etch and live
and mull gently under
stars born from our
conjoined exhaling
breaths, stirred by the
quick movement of hands,
spinning us centered, then
slowing, slowly, slow.
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