Eternally

Await, but secretly, the perfect refuge

of the lover’s embrace. Here, where Time

swallows its judgments and goes about

its business with quiet, ironical repose,

there is no room for space—our bodies

must possess one another and everything else,

every minutia of truth must be discovered

with an infinitude of kisses—here a kiss

from the blue sky, there a kiss up from the earth.

We are children hanging on to the edge of innocence.

We weep tears that become the morning dew.

Our bodies are the instruments through which

our love plays the music of our souls.

Within you, without you, it doesn’t matter.
I know you now, eternally.