I have made this choice.
No deeper love than this
that I’d believe in with a vengeance.
You and I in me are strong and sure.
What more can I know?
I am in spring
this year and waiting for the harvest
of the autumn.
I already know I am
buying the fruit
this far in advance
of the flowering.
It is you
not the what but the who
you that I would cast
me up upon a nameless altar for
and trust the fire of reckoning
to burn the dross and leave
behind the precious.
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