Soup for one can easily feed two

it is with untold rhetoric that the world
shrinks and begins anew.
the lights, the spots upon the iris,
delve into fathoms unknown,
never to be revealed.
a velvet darkness fills the cracks and
entices the novice to,
under cover of ignorance,
delight in newness and being.
desires number an endless few,
the sky transpiring with a
wink and a nod to anyone
within range of its love.
at the pier a young man holds his lovers hand
as they leap as one.

-June 2011