I edged closer
you adjusted your position
and took on a newer or more informal self
as if responding to my need
though i admit i did not understand the language of
it back then.
in truth we flourish
of the same breath
and of the same mind
have put away any doubt
and whose arms have adjusted
to touch and to consume
the subtle textures
of the skin.
lips that taste of eternity now.
our lives at full
and so furiously
You arrive like the holiday season, as if
announcing your own delicate birth.
As if you’ve just returned from the Matterhorn,
even more vital and rugged
having clawed your way through frozen
to emerge strong above the clouds.
As if the mountain or the stream below
had charged your heart —
so that now, when you open your mouth, even by accident,
your lips are full of brand new advice
and your palms playful in passion.
And when the sunlight catches your body
you light up like a great glass works;
full of Aztec pots
and Zephyr candlesticks,
and pieces of Matterhorn.
If I were to do as the others do, darling, who have taken emergency measures this very day to ensure a place in your heart – working it to their every every advantage and may eventually go mad on it and come undone,’ less their assurances prove otherwise – well you’d think it too cheap a trick to be believed, but here love lives.