LOVED IN ALL SPACES
The space we dissolve into taste us as we dissolve into the ambient
Glow of love. Each solitary heart in its own cabined space longs
For the space of another flooding in like another expansive cosmos.
Yes, the vast incomparable night so full of cosmic space feasts itself
On her face in her terrible isolation but lovers who hide into each other
Close off the vaulted domes as if loneliness was no expanse at all.
In wide armed embrace they fling the emptiness out of their arms;
Absorbing the nectarine ambrosia of each other’s hearts pressed as
One; and pressing air out so that birds feel themselves inwardly flying.
Yes, there are spaces they know not of; angels occupy the most ethereal
Of them but whatever is peripheral to our lovers partakes of their sacrament
For their bread covers the earth in a way no angelic manna could.
Sometimes the lure call of the beloved is a dark sobbing that creates a
Space for the summoned lover to assuage the most isolated of deadening;
For, this all space recognizes and welcomes the recognition of the beloved.
All spaces needed you, even the wintry ones where cold winds blow; for,
The springtime of all yesteryears find their blossoming in those hibernating
Spaces, which waits with such travail for each and every solitary heart.
Couldn’t this, the oldest of our suffering isolation, finally bear the fruit of
All those blossoms? Isn’t it time that we ever so lovingly free ourselves from
That embrace of the beloved, trembling, releasing the taut bowstring to space.
Staying in one space is nowhere, whereas, the consummate release of our love
Would release love in all spaces. Then, primordial earth and sky could feel our
Love in those spaces so as to return to us all those multifarious embraces of eternity.