beloved 6

by Donald Kuspit

let us imagine
                       that we’re unimaginable,
mirages meeting
                           in myth,
uplifted by enigma
                             into the night sky
of memory,
                  then our love will be boundless
because fleshless,
                         then we will be constellations
as luminous as gods.
                             no longer in need of fate
to meet,
            we will last as long as they do.
we will forget
                         the fickleness of feeling,
we will no longer
                         need theories
to rationalize our trust,
                                    our senses
will speak the truth
                             of our togetherness
even when our bodies
                                    are separate.
intimacy will suspend death
                                          when our love
is consummated
                        in our unconscious.