poem 85

I just found your word

"Where is its line" 

you whisper to my ear

There bound in myth,

with a look of ecstasy 

on each one of my hits

And edge in brilliance, 

brighter than light.

I see raised each line 

of your DNA

And it's there 

your word lives 

And it's there

i gently took it just for me 

And now I share it with you

with a vision which is my gift