The two of one

One heedless night,

Lovestruck, they stood.

So far away,

engulfed with shivers.

Borders to seek,

boulders to be kept.

The millstone of the world

never letting them near.

Studied eyes

and breathless wanderings.

The sore of the swell,

sinuous and pondering.

Alone in the swarm,

their souls - they met.

Wanting to tremble,

waiting to be swept.

How long to behold?

How much is to be seen?

Unknowing, they loved.

Not knowing, they lived.

The blur of the eye

for a lifetime to see.

So grim to speak,

ever widening and bleak.

The clasp of the lips

embossing the brazen skin.

The pill of sweat

kneaded the musk of skin.

Too far, too gone

with dreams that were born.

A lonely soldier

and the never ending war.

Reckless desires,

stumbling on pith.

Chosen surrender

and yet the bliss.

The never ending rotations

of endless nights.

With written promises

on the river, that flows.

A ghastly squall

groused beneath the earth.

Poor, wordless verdure

were rooted so firm.

Only if they could say,

only if they could hear.

All said and done.

All done and gone.