talk of love
that elusive mist
reappearing and disappearing at will
chasing me and eluding me all at once
into the heart of the art and science of us
dance to this tune-
ride the supple flow of the rainbow-
and explode in the heart of the fireworks-
melt with the sun in tenderness-
and be born – again with the dawn-
in the heart of heaven.
Ours is a divine love-
so by all means, let’s.