There can be no need
In love because it is
Of the untamable.
Instead it floods like
A wild hurricane past
The boundaries of joy
In crooked smiles that ride
In on memories at the
Crest of a tidal wave.
It is the foam of the sea,
Gray skies that act in
Conjunction to withhold and
Release a power so separate
From my own and so magnificent
To be witness to.
You are the crack in the wall
You are the scab on my skin
I am the child that picks
Lifting, engorging the space
Between so that the light
May shine through
And you are the light
I am the hole in the universe
Covering my goddess face
With radiant fingertips
To hide the outpouring
The worship written in my eyes
This is where the world weakens
This is where we fall to pieces
In picking loves unripe
From amongst the stars
Sometimes the best way to be touched is metaphysically.
Between us, I crave this mental discourse
The one where you tell me all about my past lives
And how you knew me in Paris back when
The Dadaists were throwing roses on
Or the time in Italy when I was carrying
Buckets of water on my hips
Letting the source flow from side to side
Mimicking the rhythm of women
Drenched in the green smell of basil.
If you could let me touch you and if you
Could believe that I saw that this is the first time we’ve met.
That this pairing is as new as the lives we put on
The last time we stepped forward from death
Maybe you could understand that it’s not
The touch of our of skin but
The way in which our worlds intermingle
That bring passion and a newfound delight
To the worlds that we’ll create
To the endpoints that we will travel
Powered by light and love and my
Endless reminder to speak directly to my soul
So I can hear you better.