With your love's small hands
a spirit is rebuilt,
bedrock
to cloud-crowned summit
the royal earth rises,
fountains up,
spills over, climbs
the ladder of itself -
an upscape;
an outscape -
a mountain fills
a void upon the earth.
Your love's small hands
seduce the dust,
the honored soil blooms,
ripe worlds
flash into cosmic being,
with a burst of touch
planets plume:
you snare the breath
of the universe.
Star -
full organic star
of love,
I am reissued
by the light
of your palms:
from grain to cosmos,
I am expansive,
immortal,
entire,
peerless
as a god -
peerless
as the first who knew
the whole of love,
the birth of love,
the joy of life
before it existed.
Take care, keep safe, and stay beautiful,
Amor y Paz,

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Wow . . . after reading this, I am silenced. The potent image of upward layers climbing--the upscape and outscape is wonderful. I normally don't enjoy love poems, but this is truly brilliant.
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Thanks, Bobby. I truly appreciate that. This poem is inspired by second chances, and the rebuilding of a life based on those chances being offered.
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