GOLD

Have we made

it where we were

going? How would we

know? We would

not, not

know any

more about

ourselves

for marrying

God

with disbelief

in our

existence

free from

ring, ritual

or veil.

But I asked,

and you,

you

answered,

Yes.

Home. Our

home. Removed

of all proof

other than

the glow

generated

by our

first

nudity,

the first

light

after

what

is felt

but never

avowed.

Will you

forgive

me

for all

of the

times

I have been

here

before

without

your body?