There is love only
as love is. These
senses recreate
their definition-a hand
holds within itself
all reason. The eyes
have seen such
beauty they close.
But continue. So the voice
again, these senses recreate
their singular condition
felt, and felt again.
I hear. I hear
the mind close, the voice
go on beyond it,
the hands open.
Hard, they hold so
closely themselves, only,
empty grasping of
such sensation.
Hear, there where
the echoes are
louder, clearer,
senses of sound
opening and closing,
no longer love’s
only, mind’s intention,
eyes’ sight, hands holding
broken to echoes, these
senses recreate
their definition. I hear
the mind close.
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