there is a heat, in words…
a combination when they convalesce!
the sulfer-smell, when the world burst into being?
that spark that becomes all, once seen
all that is now; all that begins-exists-and-ends
those words; gifting love to all things!
muted with this and that-their use is like live-action lovemaking
each penstroke, a caress against existence’s curves
many names; any name — bore from the love come of words
a love that is fleeting or for all-time,
a love that can make form or take form; a love that becomes as it binds
‘call it Gaia; call it earth or planet X,’ as it was a word that bore them — names past and foretold
your words, my words…like loose clothing or coats,
both to define yet make indistinguishable, as you like!
those words, THE Words
as they end, life can begin