you who of all people
could sing a lightning bug into a star
bend your magic around and around its glow
its wavering steady dance
until i, enraptured, watch the summer bugs
flit amongst the tall grass
like an astronomer with a new universe
and i am struck with hunger
to understand it all
and in the second blow awe
in the face of all I could not see
and still you sat there
humming against your blade of grass
like a mountain, or cloud, a thing unaware
of its strength or size or power
while beside you i got twisted in the warm air
turned and melted and shaped
i died and was reborn
taking my first breath along with the dawn
the first dawn, if ever there was one,
and realizing the scope of this new universe
i dared to name it
i called it love.
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