and again I Love You

By 🌹 today’s ᖵʼnᄃꓘIⵡ⅁ poetic allusion’s dose ·
And comes Monday and Tuesday,
Wednesday and Thursday,
Friday, and Saturday,
Sunday and again today, —
and again I love you.

Nor the time, and nor the distance
doesn't change this chemistry,
this endless connection between us.

Nothing, absolutely nothing can pass
through this prolonged and
the profound longing that becomes
from time to time a material, an unreal,
a diaphanous, felt through the veins,
making us fly... to what will come.

It's today again, and again, I love you.

Imaginary, put your hand on my chest
and rotate it in the direction of the sun
to turn my heart back in time,
teaching it to beat as if it would beat
in your chest, as if together could beat
far and closer, softened like a snowflake.

It's today again, and again I love you.

Check my pulse from my wrist
and count my years with yours and
without ours, then paint my shoulders
with the calendar of your love…

Doesn't seem that's looking
like the map of the world?

We have the North and South,
the sunrise and the sunset,
the falling stars and aspirations...

We have hours of poetry and fears,
magical days and seasons.

We have compasses, watches,
thermometers, ignorance, and
omitted colors hidden
through the foggy rays, caught
in a bar of gold that measures the dark
with our hunches surfing through...

We have that impulse to accept
that our love is off the hook, like
a scent offered by blossomed fruits
which happen only because  — 

It's today again, and again I Love You.

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