I want to write
to make you weep.
Not to make you sad, no,
but to make you weep
because you forgot what it was like
to feel something so beautiful as yourself.
I want you to cry as you realise
where you stand in the universe,
equal to the mountains and the oceans,
that you breathe in the same
dust that was breathed into the universe
at the very beginning
and is the very end,
for beauty has no beginning and end,
it has no constraint
for it is you,
and you are it.
I want you to weep upon this realisation.
I want to weep upon this realization.
I want to stand on the face of the moon
and kiss the cheek of that long lost man
and return to what I was made to do,
whatever that is,
and I hope that includes loving you.