the power of my love--
which I will now say is more like
adoration than love,
because I have not yet drawn
one breathe with you
these are rock n' roll hands
that you see!
a flame lit before the ancients
died, before time circled
around space
i can no longer see the light
or the tunnel i'm supposed to be
inside
but i dream of us together
laying in the grass, the sun
smoking weed-- until it gets
into out blood
and asking the cherished stars
for forever to be---
just like this