Forever

Perhaps cold hands burn warm to the clutch,
and inner frowns force smiles to what the eyes can touch.

It is so kindergarten,
but if I hugged you,
would your flaws be ridden?

We would gaze into each other’s eyes,
clearer than the desert skies.

We would speak of forever,
and think of the impossible for people so existential:
The curse of never.

It will be our love that conquers all in our kingdom,
the words of religious to the oblivious will be hung up in a museum,
just for us to subserve once we have observed.

Kings and queens of the past,
would not have the nerve to tell us that we are truly daft.

We would all sit at the same table and remind them that they too can drift as simply as a Spring’s mist;
because nothing is no longer a lifetime or a reason,
it is genuinely forever and ever.

(Previously submitted to All Poetry.)