the one who moves towards me

the one who moves towards me
the rare one
burning with autumn
red and orange
heart aglow with fire
kindled by her longing

will undivided in her
deepest knowing
in the magic wrought by
the overlap of our two faces

where will we meet?
along the ocean shore
near a work of art
in a quiet cemetery
somewhere unexpected but
immediately understood as
transcendentally shared

the life of every lover
ever alive
sharpened to a diamond point
within our breasts
set free within our limbs

"For this you have lived!"
our red lips resurrect you
one last time
before sinking back into
the sea
the canvas
the dark earth
until she moves towards me
in the person of a
different face and
time