Eros & Chronos

Sophia may fall into Desire. the most speechless animal.

into Desire, Time begins the spiral of one soul. 

Truth hurts the concept of being one. Asks for the gift of silence 

when lips touch the unbounded curve of one last Aporia. 

The feet stop fever before the steps. 

otherwise the Fall says World again.

I climb the notion of rainbow feeding the Springs 

from breast to breast 

I think of one slope of thinking ascending till uncertain lips 

or till the word 

one logic painting bodies against the wall of the pristine blue 

in the cave

You ascend from the last Aporia, thinking against the wall, 

and breathing the limits of Mystery  

You embrace my wholes and parts in fever 

and my future angels of melancholy, my angles feeling 

my open nature

thinking of Eros, murmured by the chant of Time. 

Geometry helps my soul love flesh in soul. I study tonight 

later than God.

Arithmetic offers the science of becoming Eros 

and the ways and arts of loosing

    

perspiring One, You are my absolute cycle of flesh 

and my naked pursuit of the ways and arts of Lost Gardens 

where eternity changes All in All.

waters of late hours, later than God, when 

not-knowing feels the traces of arrows and spirals

I want your cloud under the landscape as though 

nothing doubted of Being...