Roygbiv

This is our beginning 

and with it 

all things 

will become shadows

The narrative of love 

is the story of how the soul 

awakens to itself, 

and tender flesh awakens 

to the harsh touch 

of the meandering moon

By the ever moving moon, 

I would keep you here 

hearing all 

you divulge to my curiosity 

My nature demanding confession 

until we are both drunk 

and sated with knowledge

Philosophy holding my attention 

as I beg you 

to teach me the secrets 

of the stars 

and mountains 

and rivers 

and the breeze

teach my nature to me 

as only you see it

I would take your hand 

reading the narrative of humanity 

in the runes of your creases 

touch the soles of your feet 

and cradle civilization 

with your head in my lap

Each new day has hidden 

the dark passions 

of the previous night 

and each new night 

unveils the hidden shyness 

of our naked travails 

As we wistfully coil 

along the ribboned banks 

that cause the snakey rivers 

to shake their shores 

and recreate 

with newly minted instructions 

The directions of the flow 

of all of life 

one grain of sand 

at a time, 

as each kiss 

reminds and obliterates 

the lost memories 

of our past and passing lives

I would follow you 

barefoot across the warm dunes 

that fill our hour glass

Finding those memories 

we'll treasure 

when fate separates us 

once more and inevitably 

cupped hands saving the precious grains 

Overflowing 

until the wind scatters 

the sands of our time together 

to be chased across decades 

until paths might cross

Where I might hold you 

to my chest and whisper 

new questions 

for you to foretell 

the history of the earth 

where the moon sleeps 

where the wind blows

where the river begins 

and how we

found each other.