there will never be a time when i am not with you
never an instant when i am less than enthralled with you
never a thought in my head that you are not the one
that the others who caught my eye might have been better

and this is because you are the essence of the beauty of life itself
you make my blood warm as you approach, even in the most disheveled state
and you, even in your most intemperate times, smooth my wrinkles
make me feel as if the energy of the universe is flowing through me

i know that there are those moments when our reactions throw us against each other
so please hold fast as you run into me at high speed and i will catch you
and i promise that i will not recoil, i will not rejoice in your misery
for that would be jubilation at my own death, my own annihilation, my nothingness

of course it can sometimes feel hard, as our passions seemingly seek to incinerate us together
hoping, against all hope, that this match made in heaven, is consigned to bitter hell
but that is the jealousy of dubious and debauched alien spirits, feverish at our approach
appalled at the immortal and unforgettable beauty of our allness, our love, our souls together.




31 October 2005.1
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