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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About jake.forrest

Poet. Songwriter. Etc. View all posts by jake.forrest

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