One Girl in all the World

One Girl in All the World

I am honored
that on your walk through eternity
you have chosen to tarry
for a while,
without halo or scepter,
next to me.
One girl in all the world
and I adore you.

I am an archaeologist
looking in your eyes:
excavating first
warrior women and Valkyrie,
then Demeter, Ceres,
then, within a civilization of sand,
I see the sly woman, Inanna,
thief of magic.
I lay bare the strata of your eyes
until they are brown
and green and
inches from mine.

I would be your high priest
Hathor, Freya, Venus.
I already worship at your feet.
Your body is
the most holy temple.
Though you ask for no sacrifice,
I burn incense
and kneel at your altar.

And you laugh,
and smile,
and cry,
and are full of caprice,
and youth, for today.
And in another
you will draw your age around you
like a cloak;
but breasts no longer pert,
or hips spread from birthing,
or wrinkles,
cannot disguise you.

Because in this moment,
as our hands tremble
and our hearts tattoo a sensual rhythm
and my lips nearly grace yours,
we are eternal, immutable,
fundamental.
One girl in all the world
and I adore you.

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