Love is a measure of time, the beams
Of life’s architecture, the reams
Of sky, the book of hope, the seams
Of garments torn by ceaseless dreams.
Magic is mystery taken shape,
A hero that doffs his cape
To eschew his wine, to grow a grape
So sweet—it grows not to inebriate!
I am your lover. To you I lay myself bare,
A fog dissolved by sun, a prayer
That laughs at the Divine, that dares
Its boundless, immortal freedom declare.
We meet where the boulders kiss the sea,
Where sand its promise shares in glee
Yet silent remains, a pounding heart, a key
To what for others a myth can only be.
In vain my eyes the cosmos sought. Now I look
At you and see that I mistook
The stars for perfect Truth…O how my life shook
When I, ravenous, your body’s timeless elixir took!
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