Heartscapes

Unlike war and empire,
love rarely scars the earth.
Memorials celebrate battles –
caresses fade once spent.

In a glorious crusade –
our passion reigns a land,
changing the terrain of
two hearts, but naught else.

My kiss amends no charted
map, margins ignore your gaze -
our earthly flesh but dust,
fleeting; hold me swiftly!

Papered breath, our only monument;
a pithy nod to boundless love.

Written June 14, 2002