state of grace

There is a state of grace

Which exists between new lovers...

Until one of you breaks the spell.

 

Before that subtle change,

All is holy and all is sung;

A clever, quiet harmony

 

With a movement so pale,

You would miss it

If you looked askance.

 

The merge and the symmetry

Give rise to the natural healing,

To quiet the natural pain.

 

This succulent moment

Is a tender mercy

In our harsh world, so

 

Cherish this offering,

Which is given

By each to the other.

 

Hold it to your chest and breathe,

For you are so briefly gifted,

And so quickly deprived.