Love-measures

‘How far we’ve come!’
That’s measurement of the immeasurable;
but love’s journeys
be they dawn to dusk and back
or the willing of orbits to meet
charting the life of a raindrop
or chasing moonbeam over water
with eye and whisper
evade the grasp of fingers
slip out of heart-vessel
like fishnet with a tear that won’t heal;

so we talk of how far we’ve come

and discuss love’s measurement
in distances unforbidden
for heart and feet
in their strength and tenderness
but left un-traversed  
for reasons that will not get written:

Love is not abandonment,

of journey and self,
but is measurable
in these ephemeralities.

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