Love song 2

As the day dips and delves into night
         let us help ourselves to each other
let us share a wet and ragged kiss
         as we lean into the gentle curve
of our bodies
         secured by the arc of our arms

Summer is but a memory
         set against the raw rough rage
of savage politics : let me run
         my restless fingers through
the tangled tussock of your world
         our ears cocked let us lie
within the deep thunderous silence
         and recall the sibilance of bees
our thirsting lips reimbursed
         with the taste of human honey
let us distance ourselves
         from the sad fictitious figments
of their inane and ignoble history
         love knows no weariness

See how the birds swarm
         and feed in the fallow fields
and when they are done rise up
          as one in a single sheet
of molten darkness to eclipse 
          the dying day’s light

From vast untravelled spaces
         come scintillations
of the floating stars
         that stir our imagination
that so light our way
         with ever renewed nativities

Each act of love invokes
         not days but moments
of sweet franchise
         so hold me deep within you
as our bodies bind
         and magnetic murmurs merge
and as our fortunes fuse
         Let us be that singularity
a waking constellation of love
         alive in an unrequited paradise
a subtlety of tooth and nail
         angelic blood and blessed bone

John Lyons