with you occupying
the place in my body
that used to be hollow
the aesthetic
of your faithful evolving
unravels my muse and
fills up my darkness
with intricate visions
and enough passion to
keep the sky intact
and the oceans breathing
I am a young river
and a mature flame,
you are the love I remember,
the love I believed in,
the eloquence of your freedom
echoes in the tailored sunlight
I am a change, a supernova
whose future is promised
with you leading me
by the hand,
deep and true, your touch
surrounds me like a waterfall
and all of reality is dreaming
it’s all been done before
but it’s always worth doing.
excerpts from the brilliant Iris Price’s poem, Before Mythology Gave Them Names
