For a time we were not two,
And all the words were I love you.
Then all around the walls were whirling,
Space palpated its patterned twirling,
Your face fluoresced,
Enveloped, caressed, and
There was a sense that you and I
Were the Beginning of All each time,
And knowing the harm in Being,
In love we’d keep repeating This,
The burning world born of a kiss.