The Indestructible Lines

We will draw the indestructible lines upon the veins of our hearts

And march the endless miles into the eternal stone.

We will move on and on into the brisk and roaring wind

And we will not see the burning, the whirling fire and sparks flying

Like molten glass in the sunlight. We will not see the shadows falling

Behind us either until, perhaps, they precede us

And then we will find them lying there before us in the silver and the light

Because it happened to us, within us and from us,

Passing forth and through our bones like some old and familiar friend

We've always known, but never seen, until she presses toward you

At the end of this tantalizing dance that's lasted our whole lives.

And we will embrace it in that moment as old lovers,

Turning her in our hands, feeling her size and breadth.

We will melt into her like deep love and be lost there and yet found,

But until that time you and I will fly and plunge,

Diving into life, gripping her warm edges.

We will live and breathe and dream the beautiful dream

And taste its flavor upon our lips and tongue.

We will feel the heat of each other's bodies pressing in

Like the hips and waste of young lovers and together we will conceive

And bring forth startling life from the darkness into the light,

From the deepest nothing into the stunning, crystal sharpness.

We will be, and that will seem something so much more than enough

That we will not even have the keenest capacity for more or for less.

We will draw the wicked moans and sighs from the silence

And with trembling lips kiss the warm mouth of life

And this will fill and complete you in every chamber and every empty vastness.

We will touch and soothe every contour and thrumming line.

We will suck the milk of life and lay our head in her warm breasts

And feel her light and earthy musk in our own hearts,

In our own beat and pulse, in every revolution and turning

Like a part of us lost and now found forever

And we will never ever be the same again.

Eric M. Petit