Love that is sleepless
         that spans the space
between one body
         and another
harp and altar
         ambitions and lives
held in suspension
         a crossing of paths
a folding in of destinies
         time’s exploration
of human frailty
         and the gift of true
         back and forth
to and fro
         the sun-cusped days
and the winter nights
         two sides to a single
location : desire
         is always on
a distant shore
         the sweat streaming
down their foreheads
         on they walked
stray angels
         loosed into
Lower Manhattan
         There is a time
and a place
         for everything :
their bodies cut shapes
         from the shadows
wind merges into wave
         night into day
poetry and love and creation
         as ever unfinished

John Lyons

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