Monday, August 27, 2012

She said what moved the Sun and stars was love

She said what moved the Sun and stars was love,
love and nothing else. I watched her lips
there form the words, a parting of the lip
releases ideas. The movement of love

is the existence of us, moving love
defines our being. I find in her lips
an opening to heaven, parting lips
invite me to a paradise. O love!

confuse me in illusion! Make me move
my body the wrong way, make now my mouth
incapable of words! Give me her mouth

to feel on my skin, I just want to lay
in thunderstorms, to sleep as the clouds move
over the pasture. I just want to love.

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