/ makers of infinity /

[are infinity made makers]

love, child
child of the om
roaming thoughts
feeling unleashed
to at least as far as
i can see, you
the amethyst-hued twilight
brings skewed perceptions
of the coming sun
i lay undone and become
complete, completely
i am, you are
starlit and yet further
away than when the
star was your mother

love, child
run wild
within me
with a kiss that
sends and spins me
what can i do to win me
back from your gaze that's
held me for infinite
seconds upon minute minutes
born and died like tears from
eye to cheek, resting lastly
on the borrowed chin
of a smiling child