Love chooses
a posture and
when it has
chosen it submits
a position
paper with all
its arguments like
pillars and walls
and beams of the
house of
gods when all else
do not matter except
this one most
valued by you
disregarding what
words are there
uttered by your
greater minds
grating over such
possibility of
obliteration but
the voice speaks
and the gesture lays
upon itself a
poise of the hands
and
the die is cast
finally
no regrets this
time
it is all yours
in
that kiss and
making
love redeeming
itself upon itself
standing by
the reasons of its
own
time like the heart
stubborn upon
a mere
emotion.
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