by Donald Kuspit
love rises like a phoenix
from the ashes of absence,
spreading its wings
in renewed surprise,
riding the wind
to the rapturous heights,
where the sun
in your smile never sets,
darkness ousted
by luminous passion,
the fire burning
undimmed by distance.
fly with me beyond words,
the ashes of memory,
fly beyond sun and moon
to the mythical stars,
where we will form
our own constellation,
haunting the infinite
with our intimacy,
the phoenix no longer
in need of death to live.