The age of chivalry is gone. That of sophisters, economists and calculators has succeeded.

Tuesday, March 13, 2007

For Gwen & Stephen


there are lovers whose eyes are silent reflective pools
for them love is a draft, a long cool drink, a thing of tranquility
they swim in its shallows, it soothes their skin, its touch is heaven
distilled in sweet nectar that pours from their lips
these lovers find in each other peace

there are lovers who’s eyes are flaming brands
for such as these love is a blaze, consuming warm flesh
as sparks fly from between their teeth, they flicker and bend and
blend together, spit and break and rush to embrace again
these lovers find in each other passion

there are lovers whose eyes are secret buried places
for their love is pregnant with possibility, precious and fresh and new
they are rooted to each other, twining together hand in hand and heart
to heart they grow heavy with fruit, strong and firm, bursting with life
these lovers find in each other sustenance

there are lovers whose eyes are studded with stars
for they know love to be vast, all encompassing, breath taking
they feel the gentle caress that fills every inch of their being they
dance on the swell and the ebb of the breeze, arms flung to the horizon
these lovers find in each other eternity

and there are lovers whose eyes are fixed only on each other
in them are oceans, infernos, tranquil gardens and thunder
they are the promise of life in all its fullness, scattering love like
rose petals and bright confetti, they are a blessing to all who know them
these lovers find in each other

everything

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