Lover Oh love

LOVE OH, LOVE!
 

I am contemplating my life.
The crossing is the infinite bridge
that leads me to the fountain
that drags all my wounds.
 
I will seek the nectar of your kiss
to calm my agonies
and in the placid rapture
of your breath, I will leave my days.
 
And it will be a lasting journey,
the wind will take my sorrows
and I will be a traveling bird again.
 
In space, I will write my poems
and then the universe will be
the curtain where you will read my verses.
Joseph Berolo