This is the Beginning

There is always a beginning.

I paused, once
to look around at
all the things which had
begun to begin around me
…In the beginning.

And, tucking your heart
inside myself…
I smiled.
Turned inside out and anchored
by the weight of your soul.

But you are helium.
And I am gum on your feathered shoe
…and we are floating.

The view is beautiful.
You… are beautiful.

I strain not to let drip
the gooey mess of love that
oozes out of you and squishes through
my fingers as we entwine.

And know that this here is no easy thing.
I have long been wayward and estranged;
struggling to outrun latter-day ordeals.
Auschwitz. Gomorrah.
Alien love.

I have sought all my life
for something so great that I might
kneel down and be reverent.

And through this inquest
I have found the beginning.
And the end.

You are my first love.
You are my last love.

You are all I know to be good and whole, and
I know all things
to know that I am loved by you.

This is the eternal beginning.
Every minute will be unseasoned and vivacious
and there will be no end.

This is the beginning of love.
And in me, it is the last of it’s kind.