I love you.
Not like when love means
:‘promise’, or ‘expectation’
but boundless,
not:
in bondage,
entwined,
not tangled;
not in the future,
but within the vast infinite
of each moment:
the flood benevolent
I love you,
without and through your body,
it rushes hushed and wild between us:
divinity/gift/destiny –
my heart
has rarely —
never,
been
more open;
a sweet and yellow joy
laughing out of me
as we beautiful fathomless.
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