Two beings,
if separate in thought,
harassed in a moment
by nothing at all,
Live apart
without trying.
Friends,
mates, partners -- lovers,
sharing eggs and toast forever,
Are more than tenants,
paying a common rent.
Casual awareness,
window shopping
in front rooms of feelings,
Leaves one bland
because of ignorance.
Two beings
is a phrase
to be supplanted
By a oneness
subatomic in passion.
Merging
love at the
cellular level
Can't happen
with a yawn.
The explosion
of spherical love
needs a spark,
A pilot light
and a compass.
A kiss,
a communion
of giving
Repeated endlessly,
is the door to heaven.
Peter Falkenberg Brown is passionate about writing, publishing and public speaking. He hopes that someday he can live up to his favorite motto: “Expressing God’s white-hot, transcendent love in all directions, every second of every day, creates an infinitely expanding sphere of heart.”
