to hold you, my
love,
like it was time'
s last minute,
or humankind'
s last fetus,
to hold you tight, and in this holding tight,
to hope you read all my heart's dictionaries
and hear in its arrythmic beat the pattern that signals what
a lover may be able to lay on the table,
no promise in the world
can fortify or prove
a knowledge that cannot be spelled.
You know? My
love.