Love poem (for infinite intelligence, God, source – whatever you wanna call it)

The lines of a lifetime
gather like water

In you, I saw a billion lives
merging, melting

tumbling
together.

the current of us lapping
our jagged angles
to sea-glass

smooth and brightly
sun-drunk,

you were always so
unsober

a whirling pool
of eddys and

saltwater

and we went under,
for each other.

Breath-tides mined
in the moonlit ocean bed
of my heart and mind.

Besides, we all
have to start
and end
somewhere

-or nowhere –

depending on
whose looking

and how

whose praying (and how)
whose touching…and how.

And oh, the rocks in us

the before
and the after of us,

our edges smoothing
along the way

blunt instruments
taking their toll

but I know you so well

your heart is a carnival carved
of river-mud and spells.

kingfishers sing
brightly and deeply

from inside the well
of you

and for so long
we ghosted the banks
of each other

until we didn’t.

until tidal waves
couldn’t stop us

until memories
and mergings

and all we are

couldn’t be contained
by banks
or damns
or natures plans

we are
that

so we let ourselves
spill the banks

because what else is there?
but this

one.
precious.
life.

no king-tide
no water-tight
plan

can undo what is.

what we are.

and your salt-skin
is no longer a wound-rub
but a salve

that homes itself here
in a current of bone marrow
and breath

and I will love you
as fiercely
as the river runs to the sea

as deeply
as you have always loved me.

for just as nature
finds rest in being
exactly what it is,

so too have we

so too,
have

we.

*

Come, sit.

Let me feed you sugar.

Let me wash your aching feet.

For we are,

we.

River
and sea.

Everything.
Nothing.

You, me.

And God is here
in your beautiful
broken heals

this is worship.

Let me kiss the mud of you
– it is simply the mud of me

Perfectly
Precisely
Infinitely
wisely

we.