We have come full circle,
back to our origin
With one question
Nearly impossible to say,
Its contents this voyage’s
entire manifest
Resting weightlessly upon
our lips
Unanchored, sails of
emptiness
Cast ablaze by flaming Eros
At the moment of
completion.
A ancient bark engulfed in
flame
A splendor burning on illuminated
waters
Burnishing the sea, a
Victory medallion upon the waters
Shared by the king and
queen burning there
Within our names
When we whisper them in
each other's ear
Are masts and decks on fire
The shout of flames upon
the water
Carrying to shore, the hiss
and crackle
Of our kisses, tongues gone
down
In a blaze, the timbres of
our voice consumed
Sinking beneath the waves
As a naked herald running
endlessly
Toward the bridge of flaming dawn
Carries a message of
speechlessness
To tell the world of this
royal death
The scroll of names burned
in crossing
This bridge which lovers
cross
In one sentence of the
manifest
Back to their origin
Buried in the sea of love
This question,
"Who are You... My
Love?"
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