Love Eternal

Love eternal

She wrote into the stars

And onto the palm of her hand.

Sending a soft caress on the tail

Of a breeze,

A wind to the heavens.

Written in her own flesh, scarred already

from false love-

To the moon and back, for always,

Mine.

She laughs wetly at her own marred flesh,

tracing the letters carving valleys on her arms,

hips, hair, neck,

Back,

feet. Tracing the lines and their lingering sorrow.

Love eternal.

She wrote it into the stars

and onto the palm of her hand

because they are hers.

Love eternal-to herself-a real promise,

inscribed under heaven’s gaze,

to love her own flogged and mutilated body.

And soul.

The breeze returns, gentle as ever,

Stirring tendrils of her hair as if

They were fallen leaves.

Eternal.