this love is thermal
waves of sensation under constellation covers
saturates and penetrates,
the wolf’s pelt shelters stolen lovers
from separation
out on the desolate plantation
where everything fell; husks of past encounters wither
the dead hang in trees
lanterns shedding light into the corners of possibility
the journey never ends, nor begins
in another time, another place
remember this bite, this touch, these words,
the stigmata of union overrides
incarnations
there is no perfect square, no complete circle
the universe inside your mind is infinite
the soul of your essence distilled
can never be taken;
burn down your reputation and expectations
you are immortal, you transcend time
this love is a torch
find it
leave your book open, your bed cold
the way ahead is through the known, beyond the unknown
to the blue light of magnetism and attraction
push the door – begin
the first step is not the hardest
the last is
start
by accepting
the mortician’s kiss.
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