meditation on nirvana

oh my love
love is like this
an equation, numbers
known and unknown
cut
momentarily
from an infinite set
like warm summer drops
of rain running along your skin
are cut
from the sea

it comforts me
to think as we run for our car
that even stolen moments
contribute to this sum
with our milky galaxy writing
desire in the clearing, moonless night

and then stars' exhausted lights
take cover in your eyes
and wait

i am slow at this
algebra
but want so badly each unknown thing
each
spark
in a
series of fires
to burn away the finite hours

thirty something

thirty something

Angelina

I wouldn't know you if i met you