Just So
That sweet life in you
pulls me from the oven of self.
Think of me as a lump of clay
you alone can breathe life into.
If I should think of you, if I could,
it would be as two artists
completing the same image,
together able to co-create
one thought of perfection.
More than the language of hands,
more than the idiom of tears,
greater than the invention of self-idols,
or the swift climactic passions
that shatter but not mend,
is that one thought of love
within its holy moment.
No longer would we be
broken bridges between
blind eyes and mute lips.
but both the same center,
both the balance
and the fulcrum,
just as there is naturally
that symmetry of awareness
of flowers to the light -
just so.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2023
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