It reminds me of times of muggy intimacy

Sweaty, embedded love

Which seems to make a womb and a cave

Of animal companionship


It’s a dear synthesis, a synthesis

I’ve perhaps held too dear

Reared in philosophical architecture

Praising an oracle far from love


The textured walls of that memory

Which I know will recur with unerring consistency

Are they not the most comfortable,

Happiest truths, too easily forgotten?


What gods and thinkers, wars and tumults

Match the grandeur of a second with you,

There in that cave-like space

Which established something new?