The Abiding Rule

Abiding Rule

I cleave

You receive the cleavage

I am drawn into

A petal forever forgotten

As we the immortal pose

A man and woman

Our delight

I recognise

my only hope

Is your perfect perfect breath

I know the Lord is watching

along with the anarchy of

songbirds outside

I am tender

The drool of love is the

richness of bread broken

Maybe when we are older

we will recite a poem

once remembered

As it stands all things between us

are driven from the froth of the mouth

Like anti-bodies with a disease

Or a bridge where couples hold hands

The abiding rule is love