I Love You with The Totality of This Free Human Being

I love you like

cold stream bouncing on us

and all our perils—the sightly insularity, 

the poisons of prescribed standards, 

our furtive technologies. Keep the eyes

discrete; there will be no window for the soul 

to long from. There could be 

no devotion strong enough to separate us,

so here: keep my mountains, blue-crowned 

despite summer’s gifts; keep

these memories, draw them out of us,

porous and trembling; and keep our

sweet promises of ‘equally, with equal love’.

I love you like 

mornings passed on frigid granite,

deep gorges and meadows:

all that autumn brings.

Like first dawn among stone giants:

sun rays like stilts; if we have seen further, 

it is by standing on their shoulders. Look—

—look here, love:

trace twinkles in the quick of your breath:

those brightly stars of our Palisades.

The haywire, hardwire heart of late-night-heady, 

filled-to-the-brim fever.

Like blushing moon, blinking through wild cedar

smoke: night hugging our apricot skin like a quilt.

We, squirming, bedewed in a new year’s skies.

We, overflowing with pale thoughts and

doused in shadows like thick ink.

Oh my love, 

Oh my quaking love, oh my soul. 

Look at us and all we have done, 

all we cannot untie:

the mass of our bodies,

the weight of our minds.

Quandary and Thirst.

All things Shining.