My tits
are swollen
the grandeur
of the woman
bright-eyed
hard-eyed
beaming or shrugging
love love love
each other
I say.
The world is love
is terrible
is the infinite connection
of us
every living day
until we die
that we grasp hands
and raise our voices
to the great galactic sky
that we are fighting.
The seedlings
are sprouting
tiny green
pieces of the
universe
breathing
the whole structure
of time
to love one another.
We stand
howling through the black night
our cry reaching
the blank heavens
for all to hear
that no one is alone.
we have each other.
we have the world.
