The Second Time

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I thought I loved din and chaos

Force, anger, ruin;

I thought

That beauty only comes from rockets

And burning

And pain. 

(I thought I loved the recklessness of the storm.)

But then came a mist of ambrosia

That left lilies in its wake.

Then came sea salt under ethereal skies,

The sunset of a new age's dawn --

And the moon is a beacon

Shining down on the slow waves

And giving life to the electricity 

Within them

And within us. 

We clutch each other under 

Shimmering water

And I taste freedom and ocean on your skin

And you taste fire on my lips.

We float together

Under the purple of the horizon,

The clouds and thunder of the storm

Driven away by

The carefulness of your touch

The meaning in your hands

And the pink swirls of vapor in the sky.

The conclusion:

The beauty of ruin does not hold a candle 

To the beauty of the honey in your eyes.