Love poem 122,345,879,398,964...........

Love poem 122,345,879,398,964...........

Of course the night pushes past me trailing
Her dark blue gown, studded dimonds
over and over and over

Of course the night’s sharpened obsidian heart
Dissected me alive
over and over and over

Of course the night is its own mother,
giving birth to her-self
Over and over and over

And I am an old man with
Little left to say

Of course I am in love with you
Because you stay soft forever

Because you stay young forever

Because you dance naked in front of the fireplace
forever

Because the tip of your nose and ears blush in the heat forever and i
Wind down like the stars’ great clockwork
But you, my love, and the night
Cover me