another old, old story of love – inspired by p. glass

after holding hands in moonlight
after silence so profound
we start to measure love
by counting grains of sand
teaspoons of ocean waters

when love flows over us
filling every pore
like existence desperate to continue
all the way to eternity
in one moment,
how could we not make love?

what else can we do?
keep it in?
let it fester?
hide it?
shame it?

when the last teaspoon
of ocean water
rolls down your breast
when the last star completes
a constellation on your hips,
how could we not make love?

love does not need be made
in that moment,
love is all there is
one touch, one kiss,
two souls flow into one another

like rivers into the sea
embracing the earth
filling every gap
with fervent
osculation

Image: The Lovers Painting – The Lovers by Pal Szinyei Merse

Inspiration: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iW0rxLP6td0

15 thoughts on “another old, old story of love – inspired by p. glass

  1. Singledust says:

    yes you can, just edit your post – you won’t lose the comments or content – and add the link as copy and paste from wherever you are linking it to like you tube or upload the song. linking is easier though. i would like to hear it.

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  2. Singledust says:

    such purity in a love you cannot measure – transcending common denominators and measures. liked the tone it brings – like a symphony – the stars, the sea all the large bodies that makes us seem tiny against the force that love is. “like
    existence desperate to continue” – my favourite line – this could be a quote you know!

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