poetry

Anno Domini

’twas a serendipitous gift
that our restless paths
might cross
and I’d known
from the first glimpse
auburn tresses, tossed
wishful and curious
late-Spring’s
wondrous sun
hungered
to caress
our decades of loneliness
and its warm amber fell over us

through tall windows
loving even this darkness
we’d both known
oh, how you glowed
and how would we know
what’d soon follow
how could we know
what’d come of this
within
the wide-blossom burgeon
of a moment, shared
everything
becoming divided
a demarcation
etched across
time’s wave-ocean glass
a luminous delineation
and a speechless epiphany
a before
and an after
and tho heathens
we’d now our own
Anno Domini

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