Carbon Dated

If all the undulations of life could shadow lovers
Then the crags of the mountains, the furrowing clouds in the sky, the bursting struggle of petal
Would be our sighs, realized.

The desert winds - our anger at a momentary ill, passed;
The torrent waters of an Indian Ocean storm, our momentary malcontent, fused and swirling;
The trident Tigress, flowing, all panacea and murmur, ebbing into and around a dusted Being.
Rising skyward, we would remember our Falling, weeping, but Understood.
The God Love, Remembered, in our Reverence to Construction, Reaching,
Our Reverence, Preserved within its Angled Sights: Pharoah, humbled to dust by Death.

Only, there is Now, My Love.
Now, when the intricacy of Art that is Body yearns for its Sought, we Blend;
And, as the water ebbs, we Move, Found, in an exquisite, shared Breath,
Joy, Found; ache, soothed; surge, vent and bloom and spark shot Joy
Realized in an
Endless sky of
Us.