Every morning I triumphantly wake
to the sound of heart-leap,
passion springing forth like crashing waves
drumming against towering cliffs.
I have revealed to you my boundless heart,
and your eyes have answered in kind:
ripe with tumbling, piercing intellect,
the intricate and breathtaking stained-glass window
of your warrior soul bursts forth,
challenging the cosmos to hold your molten gaze.
My fierce heart has been tracking you in the darkness for eons,
and in this blinding instant of dawn-fire the magic of discovery
rains down upon us like a thousand arrows of startling reinvention.
Together we emerge from this pockmarked battlefield as one,
journeying step by step into the ageless waterfalls of rejuvenation.
Under the rainbow of water,
light prisms into primary wavelengths
like the elegance of our writhing passion
splashed onto ancient cave walls,
the spirit of animals galloping
against the proud firelight.
To the rhythm of pulsing shadows
I kiss your scars with tremendous reverence,
knowing the brutal gauntlets you have survived, again and again.
We build our ceremonial fire with the kindling of the past,
and the unquenchable flames jab upwards in victorious peregrinations,
the colorful contours of which dance in our eyes
as we make love against the churning backdrop of electric starlight.
With you in my arms,
I sing in the pallid moonlight,
the rage of my protection spell rising all around your body.
Cocooned in the hungry trance of our irrepressible love stare,
two intertwined dreamwalkers stalk through the night,
sparks of heartflowers blossoming with every thoughtful footstep,
two stars of intimate awareness stolen from another universe,
planted in the mundane soil of the Earth as a testament to time’s unfailing arrow,
tracing the arc of the fact that the faintest possibility always exists;
even when our paths seems obliterated by circumstance,
even when the human heart has burst into a thousand shards:
two destinies may still become One.