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Wednesday, June 17, 2015

Eternity's Front Row

We purchased our tickets to the show, front row
seats to eternity, watching an opening ceremony
of promising scenes brought thrillingly to life;

from trashy trailers to the main event, moments
of comedy to the seriousness of living thoroughly,
of breaking wind quietly to farting comfortably,

senses moving from sneezing fits of laughter
to fucking uncontrollably in the shower;
while she, in this fast moving picture,
comes closer as your partner, becomes
your second sight: your co-ticket-holder;

not always cinematically, or perfectly, but completely;
as bodies learn to surrender their dying light:
co-conspirators uniting in twilight, but unlike

where day and night surrender noiselessly,
just as seamlessly, as easily, just as naturally,
but loudly, soundly, devoutly do we surrender

our colours to the other; we blend to no longer
sit together, but seated as one in the other,
until one become two again, then three,
and we recharge our batteries in each other,
to power a larger family; a co-generator;

our two colours of one flame, the same
one burning in the other constantly, never alone,
flickering our shadows across the walls of our home,

played, replayed metaphorically for anyone
with front row tickets to clearly see it burn and burn,
how love writes and directs its own movie, in turn

from trashy trailers to the main event, monuments
to the comedy and the seriousness of living thoroughly,
to the nights you'll go deeper in her than you'll ever know,
unbidden, hidden in the dark you grow, holding her,
as welcoming as a new lover, as open as an old friend,

moving in the other until your picture's end;
as wife and husband -- or whatever -- where all other names
surrender seamlessly, as easily, just as naturally

as the shore to the ocean's tide, a flowing finale
in a fracture of time ever rolling to the closing ceremony;
senses remembering scenes brought thrillingly to life,

played, replayed metaphorically:
moving from sneezing fits of laughter
to fucking uncontrollably in the shower;
from friend to lover, from wife to life
in this fast moving picture.

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