Love Locks.

Love locks — time tocks.

Steely fingers following arched spine;
his and hers, and yours, and ours.
Epoched lovers,
the archetypal Omnia we become,
breathing life in; breathing life out.
Fondling and failing and falling forever.

Cool metal clicks —
the deed is in the making.
I lie along the ground
and swallow keys.
Spirit rippling endlessly;
a pit of glistening archipelago
as I speak little of heart, but listen much.

So full of love and light
they swarm to me, and latch —
each lock The One indeed.
Yet standing lantern guiding through the dark,
I am alone.
The tight grip of each lock
cold comfort, for love’s lacking light.

(Won’t you hold me?)