The template set so neatly into place,
that moment of our meeting and connection,
where pattern then was laid, unconscious
and unseen, and yet, it formed in firm,
deep place the image of relationship,
which would not be changed until we took
a closer look, revealing that the shapes and
forms we had created in that beginning, did
no longer fit, and could no longer make
the design which love required, and where
the places left empty, where passion’s paint
could form fresh shapes, could no longer
bring to birth the beauty that had once
been ours, so easily, as colours of our
love slipped lightly, perfectly into the
open-ness of becoming; made of our
emptiness, the patterns we desired.


About rosross

Editor, writer, poet.
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