If our love was not
The sleepless lover
Alone in torment,
Alone and questioning;
If the armour were not natural
As it is spiritually connected,
An abyss filling and emptying
At the whim of the lover's presence;
If our love were not
The perfect dream in a life of sorrow,
The missed lover pounding
At the door they closed behind them;
If our love were not some
Anonymous destiny,
Like a godless world guided
By chance lost without
The other but forced to
Live;
If it were not hunger,
The missing touch,
A pillow held tightly, alone;
If our love was the sky
Raining embers of burning joy,
Both a volcanic passion
And an erupting void;
If my touch was not
On your skin,
Then these hands would
Never have touched glory;
If our love
Did not evoke Eros,
If we did not become miracle
And the tragedy;
If my eyes had never lay
Upon you,
Then they would have never ooened;
If your body did not
Humm the electric for me
And only me,
If the hundreds of kisses
I can still feel pressed upon
My like moist and pure
With its eternal surrender;
If our bodies as separately
As together joined in this world,
Naked and glowing,
Two becoming one,
Our last breath the first into
One another,
Then our love is real
And a dream,
Eternal and momentary.
Happy Valentine's Day Everyone.