My tits

are swollen

the grandeur

of the woman

bright-eyed

hard-eyed

beaming or shrugging

love love love

each other

I say.

The world is love

is terrible

is the infinite connection

of us

every living day

until we die

that we grasp hands

and raise our voices

to the great galactic sky

that we are fighting.

The seedlings

are sprouting

tiny green

pieces of the

universe

breathing

the whole structure

of time

to love one another.

We stand

howling through the black night

our cry reaching

the blank heavens

for all to hear

that no one is alone.

we have each other.

we have the world.