for Amanda


what ulterior motive does love have?  it wishes only
for the deepest happiness of others.  and yet these
are only words.  where do we go when we want
to savor the juices of the pomegranate?
we drown ourselves in its blood-essence
to taste the unknowing of what is,

we drink from it to know that love is
a strand of sunlight fallen from the hair
of the moon, whose dark wings
leave us begging for more.

it is the Mantra of i love you
written into the veins of desire become sunlight.

it is the ode of my heart offering everything
of you to all the fires that desire us.