I love you easy;
artless and unvarnished.
You're so simple.
The way the sky is simple
to the falcon,
the way my breath is simple.
You are my breath, my sky.
I love you oracular.
We've become telepathic -
our sibylline thoughts
hold court now without us.
You are my Delphi,
You are the vapors
and I don't remember when I inhaled
into this transfixion.
I don't care to.
I love you incessant.
revolutions of the earth,
swelling and loosening tides,
the persistent lurching of time.
I love you beyond these all;
to the apogee, the sublimity,
where we rest, limbs entangled
waiting for perpetuity, for infinity
to catch up.
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