Inspired by e.e. cummings' poem "it may not always be so"
It shall always be so, thusly and evermore,
that the skies will lift their clouded skirts and rain
will cover your face with honeyed sweetness and light
even when I am away from your fervent and solemn touch.
When my mouth craves your words, I shall swallow this judgment
without remorse, without dismay, obsequious and mild
as a setting sun's weary descent absconds with the horizon.
We are and shall always be so, thusly and evermore,
even when the poles shift and gravity disappears
and we take ﬂight into space, ﬁngers locked tightly
with love glistening in the smallness between us.
Doubt is not a word I utter anymore,
now that you've ﬁlled my world
with your omniscient presence,
your brutal beauty.