your arms open like an envelope
and clamp as if they were jaws,
our heartbeats become orators of great poets,
Strom and Rilke and Angelou,
their words ring earthquake in my ribcage,
and then i feel you terraform me,
your eyes make moaning oceans
and your breath the atmosphere,
and on this wonderland
we raise a temple
and pray in it,
we serenade it,
and even before we
even think about
tearing it down,
we imagine the rain in it,
behind you,
a train is docked at its station,
but its departure is delayed,
and though we know
we have less than forever,
we keep building all the same,
we speak to the air, it smiles,
we defy entropy, it seethes,
and in our transcendence we become
our best attempt at holy,
we speak to time like an old friend,
she tells us that
the best place to love
is in a black hole,
that the world we have created
can never exist but in transit,
we love anyways, in our weakness,
we love anyways, our weakness,
and until the wheels begin to turn
and we return to our own flesh,
we are never not scholars
of each other’s universe,
and if we have to leave
having learned one lesson,
it is that sacred can never wither
in memory.
~1/2017
odyssey entry 5
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