Strange Times
We think of our mortality
at the strangest of times
Wrapped in the prayer of your body
I am abruptly reminded that
this is not forever. But what could feel
as good as this?
We love with the fever of wolves
in celebration of this gift
We love with the fever of wolves
for fear of nothing ever being as beautiful
“I am abruptly reminded that this is not forever” – right there is what makes love worth it
again, lovely (you getting tired of me saying that? – I’ll have to think of another word)
Ain’t it the truth? 🙂 Thank you!