A holy kiss, beneath Jupiter and Venus,
shining so bright, the twin gates.
Tenderness, at long last, after the war,
after the sorrows of our broken fates.
We lay beneath the old tree, Tree of Life,
the winter coming to an end, Eden waits.
The war is done, and we can be pure, free,
without shame or loss or anymore guilt.
Those thorns and thistles that cut our skin
and bled our souls will now fade and wilt
and all the tears are now only twinkling silver
and make a river with all of paradise’s silt.
A holy kiss, lay at peace in each other’s arms,
sleep awhile and dream such marvelous places.
And our thoughts are pollen in the air, mingling,
no secrets now, as old heaven, old earth, have no traces.
I smile at you, and I know the light that was always there,
and you the light in me, for we are now our true, holy faces.