I once heard that
Love is like a Buddha statue
in a “secret garden coming alive”
Suddenly! He/it/whatever you want to call it
is there
and how unexpected,
how un-augumented.
How totally without any sense of I knew this was the way
How wonderfully, perfectly, totally and utterly a moment for hyperbole!
How decadent! and yet
I heard about the one who always feared it not so true.

You know the smile - you recognise it,
You’ve read about it - heard about it,
You even think you’ve known it somewhere else before.
But not in this moment
and suddenly feeling confident is something you[/i[ are not
even slightly at all.
And then they smile and you think of course!
It’s special it feels magnificent and words seem so tawdry and tired
next to something that illuminates with a brilliance that makes ten thousand adjectives seem paltry compared to what you are feeling right now.

And they call it love and say oh how sweet that person looks
right now,
-except they haven’t seen the objet d’amour
because faceless is he
and so full of opinions are they
and yet, and yet come here my (your) my love
(are you really that)?
And face the ones I’ll never kiss,
because secretly your lips are the (only) ones that I want to press against
and yet I (you) I feel so scared
and your thigh the one that I (you) I dream about
(wrapped like an olive tree branch around me
-as if it’s been there forever
and can never be taken away).

You make me think that thoughts don’t need to happen.
You make me think that even if I were to scream pain bloated words
you being you would raise the corners of my mouth and
make me smile.

You make me smile.
You are my Buddha awakening.

(my Buddha awakening)

You are my 1929 Beaune Greves Laligant Chameroy Jadot.
You are my Buddha awakening after a Jadot slumber.
You are my slumber.
You are you are you are you are! You are! You are!
You are wordless
You deprive all these flimsy coated words of meaning
and catapult the feeling of ecstasy to a place where Mount Olympus is nought but a stunted dwarf
You are you
And that is why I love you
why I love you.
And why an ending shall never happen because of an aborted beginning
that you (as of yet) know nothing about.

And so the smile stopped,
Hearts continued to beat
And a man went to bed all alone.