This love is thunder in my heart
and honey on my lips.
Connecting in terms of infinity,
you gently shook me from my slumber…
I’m rubbing the fear from my eyes
and blinking at your light,
stretching out to the tips of everything that is,
my sight grows sharp.
This love is older than the selves we perceive.
‘we’ preceded ‘me’.
‘us’ before ‘you’
From Green Notebook. June 2013. For Phlop.