making love
Date: Tuesday, 1st July 2008 @ 12:29:30 PM AEST Topic: Sad Poetry
Contributed By: lostonlyforalittlewhile
Let our bodies be one, if only for a moment
or a moment’s moment: brief like a bomb bursting or babies
being born – like everything being born.
Let us marry our impermanent flesh
and hearts that pump blood, not sonnets.
Let the rhythm of our pulses conduct an orchestra of movement;
play
My body, My musician, with your melodic hands
until the magnificent song of our sensations
is nothing less than a symphony.
Let our limbs and lips fool us into thinking
– for a moment’s moment – that we are not
alone.
And then, soon as it all began, let the resolution remind us
how imperfect this all is.
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