i carry you, with me.....
etched on my bones.
anywhere, everywhere,

i go

you are my strength, my solidity.

all

my musings, mutterings,
my sonances, my oratory
exhortations....

sing

to your, soulful simplicity.

all

my waiting,
for you to...come.... become
is, as, was,
done by groaning
or is, as, was
birthing ecstasy
no redemption, from loving
no surcease, from lustful longings

(for you are my line,
my is, as, was, will be....)

now

i lay....open....

replete....sate...

before you... beneath you...

no page unturned
no secret lies fallow
no place unplough-ed
their you are... there you be

(my again, my line, my always was, my is)

and it's you... it is you...

you are....  
letters and numbers and music and coda
it always of is you

here is us,
we be here

all  

the graphite secrets
now engraved we have
upon one another
for of the ordering of
the paper-ed hearts

and

the inordanate wonder 
of an unspent page and lucent lines of lovers worth
we write,(wrote) and write again ..... 

(a mulling, mewling, mumuring togetherness line)

begetting
steaming, sensual, searing
metallicgraphics
filliagreed upon my bones to the isolation of the world we are lost, torn apart, asunder...

be we here, together be,

my soul

knows your love
etched upon my bones
we are never apart
we are all
we are line,
entwined together.