Intensity of passion so stiff
Makes roses wilt in a day
Awakening aroused wet, taut
Unbearably unquenched want
Looking at succulent Italian orange trees
But the fruit is out of reach
Unless one drags a tall ladder…
The subject knows the object of her desire
But he is not an object, but beloved.
He is a creature of beauty in the night
In my bed, though he knows it not
And has been, for endless lifetimes.
The scientist says infinite loop of continuity
Until circumstances link us in flesh,
Not merely dreams. It may take several lifetimes to connect,
But we will. For the desire of the heart and soul knows no bounds.
Even life and death have no power over true love.
As long as the two are one in spirit.
They will meet in infinity seeking the other
For the soul will not be denied.
“As it is written, so shall it be done.”