That Kind Of Forever Home

It is all I want now. No more barred endings.
Beginnings and forevers—ribboning rose and sheen, lacing creatures of heart. I have never unravelled them. Cut me, but I'm glued.
 

We want the same. We run, to or away. Choose wisely your merging, for the pool you glide becomes deep. Float me, with me—I have not chosen fear. I meet a gaze without floundering.

Pearl buttons, silk-woven, layers of layers— blood-rhythm, medulla. Seek and you may strike—It was a chemical pull beyond chemicals, a shaped actuality, a gathered kindling, a slow-flowing hearth.

You traced my convergent plates tirelessly. Thermal, pressed—geodes of polychrome. I am struck on the plane of weakness—unfolded. You can't lose again. Do you see that you never did?

Most adored of mine, put your ears to the door of my soliloquy. I impart to you poems of aurulent assurance—Hear me—We are embryonic safe, bouyant, featherlight, salt-of-the-earth preserved.