Our lips gradually reunite
after empty mornings of waste
where the sun dressed for nobody.
But where our souls dance,
and the kiss of a rose settles,
that is where I know I belong.
I never quite grasped
the fidelity of this commitment;
I fathom to walk tirelessly
on stallions and onslaught
with a vow so venerable,
not even a hollow world
could disrupt the union.
Our Lord's intention
was to mold our spirits
into one flesh,
and he did at perfect twinkling,
before He even formed a star.
