The Point On The Universal Map At  Which I Began To Love You More Than Life Itself

1.
Inebriated by the elegant arc
of a blustering stormwind passion
 
seven sonorous seas glitter
within the serenading sandstorm  
of her soul-rich eyes.
 
2.  
The curl of her Dutch lips is ripe  
with immortal healing whispers,
potent shamanistic heart-blessings
poured into my bliss-dizzy head
like the mightiest starburn,
like thunder rendered mute,
lightning powered down  
into the feathery tranquility  
of her robust autumnal smile.
 
3.  
Waking flowers trumpet your arrival,
leaning into the wind as if to touch you lightly,
as if to taste the way your breath beautifully billows  
in the chilly cat-stretch of early morning.
 
4.
Destroy my bonds,
delectable temptress of the divine winds
 
for when we raise our crowns skyward
each reverent gulp of each other's oxygen
 
will shapeshift into an eternal flock of hungry I Love Yous  
that rise in V-formation like cosmic fighter pilots,
 
casting bombs of incendiary ambrosia  
into the battlefield of our eyes,
redesigning the silhouettes of our bodies,
adapting to love's levitating presence like a second skin,
polishing every unvarnished love frequency into immaculate,  
cherished obsidian.
 
5.
From this high rise of forlorn regret  
twin cosmic creations beam into the ecstatic multiverse  
 
with a shared consciousness that eventually burns into the resilient  
yet vulnerable geometry of a shared diamond gaze;
 
a true love dive  
into an ocean  
of enslaved solar storms  
 
the lightning of today  
burying the tombs of the past,
welcoming a new physics  
of poetry in motion
 
a heart-shaped worldline  
of infinite adoration
 
playing out one delirious
instant at a time  
 
never letting go
 
yet always relinquishing
the mistakes of the past  
 
in order to feast upon  
fresh vicissitudes of the present.