The beginning and ending—happening at the same moment.
Awakenings transpose your blooming spirit.
Pain spun into pleasure. A humble web encasing
every molecule of my being, each mile behind you,
each square matrix in front of me,
taking fear and mixing it into a helix of love.
Softly, a thin layer on your skin, a unique perfume
coding your base from the translation of them. It
is there, a reinterpretation of subtle scent—I long for it.
An overlap, a grid on occupied space, a coincidence of
unoccupied elements soothing common crossroads of fate.
Something happens when you atone a moment
in the crystalline margin of a warm back, footprints in passage,
a rumbling in the chest, face to face, an overlap of tenderness;
the shadow from a mountain caused by the sun, tears falling,
each glistening a gold-laced shadow of love.
In the surrounding quiet, remaining air bonds,
arms overlap hips, touch overlaps flesh,
spine releases chills, raindrops fall as dew,
slowly over the landscape of your revolving body—
riveting, transfixing, mysterious, and overlapping.
The former presence of something that no longer exists; I am
an overlay of a shadow on the grace of your face, a smile.
The billow of a horn singing north and the wind howling south;
a finger balances the entirety of your universe, your earth,
soft orbital circling your navel—the center creation of love.
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