living it out

 

when have we lived this life, my dear?
in the first sparks of a coveted touch?
in the momentary oblivion of an impassioned kiss?
in the blissful harmony of melting passion
welded bodies in unified perception..

when have we lived this life, my dear?
in the first kick of a dainty foot in your swollen belly?
in the first cry of infant helplessness?
in the first word spoken, in the first step taken
to a long extension of our life…

when have we lived this life, my dear?
in the unspoken spells of intense moments
clutching each other as one’s own life
sailing through eternity
rudderless sailess 
afloat the vast wilderness of strange waters…

when have we lived this life, my dear?
in the fiery moments of wounded complacence?
in the ashen remains of washed out dreams?
walled in the fortress of self righteousness
the ennui of mere existence bonding dissimilar matter
days and nights lived out in the blandness of empty moments

every moment has a tale
every tale has an end 
and, every end has a beginning

life, my dear, is the sum total of ourselves
not a grain more, not a grain different
may the obscured hearts shine again….

***