Friday, 12 May 2017

Love is

Love is


...like a pipeline to places where only we've been.
Places we've found when we've crawled through our selves,
when we've flowed in each other wisely unseen,
uncontrolled in unruly topographies. Delves

within more penetrating shafts than arrow straight
to where it is that us two coupled always leads?
It is that fabled truth that makes us osculate
and leak and seep and from one to the other bleed,

makes of our every notion an infinite thought--
Yes! No words need be uttered (our eyes cry as much).
Bound in those aeons of time that we've wrought,
we're fully submerged in the aesthesis of touch.

Oh, she looks like I feel when I feel like she makes
me all that I am and she's all that it takes.

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