Sunday, January 20, 2013

Follow Me




Follow me, love, for this
that my heart lead us always away
as a kiss that just awaits
where by the sun of your eyes we will travel
where we will find us all of our mornings
mouths that open like cathedrals
mosques that call a worldly grace
and songs repeating always the same prayers
and more yet more than we ever might be.

In following, my dear, let that alone be our love and our poetry.

2 comments:

Counterintuitive said...

I like it especially the last line--let following alone be our love and poetry. For me it says following is enough, pushes back on the idea that love is some sort of oneness.

shane said...

gracias. yeah, if love is anything, it's the opposite of "oneness".