Destiny is a malleable thing
that does not interest me much.
Take me deeper to the kiss that does not end.
Take me through the spiral of your tongue,
to the vast landscape of your heart where you
and I and all living things merge into ancient song—
where destiny is nothing more but a question that sparks
the dance, and then a dip in Your arms,
where our hearts, like wildfire,
burn, burn, burn.