when we talk about beauty,
we compare it to
flowers,
oceans,
sunsets
things we call ordinary
because they are always
within reach
i deny this,
for if continued presence
held little importance,
no one would have loved
divinity this much.

my love is anchored
by water,
and so is hatred
i grip nothing now
everything is smooth
i need no tether to
unfasten my ambitions
because i can now sense that
i can plunge within my
own fathomless oceans
my heart won’t creak or clang,
there is no burden of holding
this is how my soul has
always wanted me to be.

i want my understanding
of the universe to entice
you
in our marriage
like shiny steel coins
dancing,
whirling,
rising, and
hypnotising
in a magnetic field.