Slow Wings

The anatomy of my desire: To find the one who is my complement; Long nights sleeping, while I awaken; Long days awake, while I drowse Tentatively, among curling wisps of tendrils On your neck, tracing the path Of older tears, that you no longer need to weep. Wherever there is a moon whispering in your sighs, There will be stars answering in my fingertips. Comets blossom in your eyes colorless highlight, Part earth, part sky; a twilight past earthly limits To travel briefly, to where I cannot go. Chameleon-like, we change into the other; Glancing accidentally into a mirror. I give you all freedom, so you do not turn away; You give me warmth of joy, and all the rarest days. Others may not intrude wherever we are together; Though they circle and spin themselves, into our center, They are whirled out again, by the reflex of repulsion. I would kiss both your hands as the most precious, Fragile petals, of all your bursting kindness and bravado; Eternity sprouts fresh singularities, upon a single word from you; The planets orbs run backward, when you turn to leave a room, And ruminant angels burst into sounding sobs. The gods once overthrew a world, to seek one such as you, And in every echo, dwells a syllable’d piece of your past. In your steadfast gaze, an emptied heart grows full; Your touch turns worlds life-giving, While your absence turns out the light. I am filled up by you, I run to gather in all the stray, half-forgotten moments; In you are found all things, that can lift slow wings to fly...