Song for Connie

The sun met the moon at the corner noon in thin air Commotion you later choose to notice Love shapes the heart that once was pieces You take in hand the heart in mind Your fate’s consistent alongside mine Unless a mess your best guess That is right, thanks, the intimate fact that you elect it At corners, dressed or naked, with lips taste full body, time thick or thin, fixated Love, take heart as heart takes shape And recognition ceases to be obscure One line down the center another flying outward enters