Sweet combustions
The ebb and flow of the days
within the blind crucible
of endless space where so much
pointless process prevails
the fume of fame
of empty ambition
of energies expended
on the trivia
of a star-glittered existence
Her lips beckon me
she takes me into her arms
I see myself mirrored in her eyes
flesh caresses flesh
soft-whispered words
are exchanged
and the planets are realigned
Wonderment as we explore
the labyrinths of our being
the truths of our breath
the honesty of the passions
folded within our breasts
a belfry of blood
raised in celebration
time breaks over us
beats at the lucid silence
in which we lie shrouded
and all the earth shudders
rocks and stone and trees
are in this moment
meaningless— so too
the mighty river that sweeps
under the bridge
unacknowledged
a prisoner to its own destiny
such is the power
of love’s amaze
that soars above
the old persuasions
my hand in hers
as we scale the skies
John Lyons