This knowing, this love, love a binding
Force that restores my heart, an ache
Of time. Deep, rich, like caramel and salt endings.
Also. Beginnings. Substance in the wake
Of self-conceived drought. A manna
From Heaven unexpected in its intensity.
The serenity of desire, the Eros, an honor
To know, a respite, the dreaming vivacity–
A brightness, a land mine painted blue
Electric this lusting becoming something more,
Greater an unexpected bequeathment, raw and true.
Fire in the gulch, timelessness no longer abhors
Me. Rather, finds me safe, sound, mourning dove restored.
Completed. Tethered to you and thus secured, a love moored.
