your kisses are commanding
commandeering and permanent
they seal my lips
to none save your own.
they leave me no choice in the matter
(though were the choice mine, it would be you always.)

inta sobhi.
and with you, joy.

your skin swims to me
and sings to me

there has never been a poem
of which you were not the root.
nor will there, my love, ever be.
how could there be
since you and me
were we?

you arms are a current.
swiftlysweepingly.

how can I write you.

you're so lovely in the dark.
when I can't see you.

we can wait to love, my love
and love we will.
and then.
then I will write a real poem.

there is only One who has loved before us.
before us, there were no kisses.
before us, there was no passion.
only shadows and suggestions.
let's show the world.
they think they know love.
but we know love.
Because we know Love.

genesis.

Before me, there was

no one.




"It is not good for man to be alone."






Bone of your bones.
Flesh of your flesh.
Taken from you.
Part of you.
Made into woman.
I was created for you.




And it was good.