The way we love,
this beautiful beach between us.
Unlike machines that move with certainty.
We are profligate, wasteful,
full of wetness and fire.
We take no prisoners.
We wrinkle paper with our messages.
Open gates of graveyards.
We can’t go back.
How can you embrace the wind?
Change the past?
Everything runs ahead of us.
We sacrifice ourselves.
I would give you my arms and legs,
my peace and treasure,
anything for a penny of love.
For the smallest grain of time
to touch my lips to yours.
Love is worth death, suffering,
its hopeless distances,
because you are
what you are,
love worth loving,
life itself