When Love Speaks

Darling 

will the spark of our lips and stars at our tips 

Breathe in bliss of time’s monumental eyes staring at this sky 

while we shut ours to bask in the bloom of the moment?

Darling 

in the ikigai our ruby crested concinnity 

Life taps into the dance floor of cytokines cytoplasm 

While our walls' tongues plunge for the Passover.

Darling 

the segment of affection pleads 

even in guilt of abuse and slime While it says “come” 

I wonder if bones of our vows never to love will yield to osteomalacia.

Darling 

take the sight of my hands 

I would take the auditory of your feet 

Let us clasp and sway into the dance of unending tomorrow.