Love poem.

April 21st, 2014 § 0 comments

before, I wanted to itch this all away

but your lips ironed skin to my soul

wrinks & bub smoothed away by

the wing-beat of your smile


is a movement

our movements make, signifying

barriers unsheathed

far ahead to the beginning

there was love without bodies

and a body

without your love


the intimate isn’t angular

but round, rolling

no longer verging on nodding out

it’s waking up alive


to the beginning far ahead

this is love & progress

and love unyielding


glimpse this wouldya?

we’re living in the unbound

wing-beat of space

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