04-06-2019, 11:27 AM
Quicksilver
Our love possesses no set shape, Marie,
but constant volume, filling up our days.
It swells a little, struck by summer’s rays,
but even deep in winter courses free.
From you to me and back, by subtle ways,
it pulses pressure, hypersonic sound–
as if we shared a body. We have found
that, parted, we rejoin in meeting’s gaze.
Alone together, emptiness around,
black vacuum blazes into perfect light,
excited to electrifying height
by grand potential and a yearning ground.
We rise, Marie, in spirit over dross-
gold, left behind, inconsequential loss.
Our love possesses no set shape, Marie,
but constant volume, filling up our days.
It swells a little, struck by summer’s rays,
but even deep in winter courses free.
From you to me and back, by subtle ways,
it pulses pressure, hypersonic sound–
as if we shared a body. We have found
that, parted, we rejoin in meeting’s gaze.
Alone together, emptiness around,
black vacuum blazes into perfect light,
excited to electrifying height
by grand potential and a yearning ground.
We rise, Marie, in spirit over dross-
gold, left behind, inconsequential loss.
Non-practicing atheist