In an alternate world, the perspectives and status quo might be flipped.
Organically, we’d celebrate an anniversary between friends,
Commit to the homies for a lifetime,
Say vows and officiate the heavy labour of love given to these unions.
Perhaps we’d marry friends, not just one.
Keep around, keep to love, to have and to hold and keep as home...
We’d take in children, parent as a village,
We’d galvanise pain, coating it in the comfort of care,
We’d redefine intimacy,
Shift the lens and finally,
Address our senseless obsession with sex.
We’d allow platonic love to grow fully, unperverted by gender norms and last night’s regurgitated mess of who’s dishing for who at the braai from the front seat.
Who knows, maybe the rest of the world could experience an unwavering care like yours.
The vanguard, Aries charges into the life disarray,
Introduces this new way of being, living and loving.
Though imperfect in ways,
Purely in the stillness of certainty they remain.
A sure thing anchored by dedication and calling, surely.
The supercharged love set a stage on fire,
One time I was alive and present to witness with teary eyes as they
Laid bare true soul, floating above the collective and forever ahead of the herd.
A shepherd, surely.
We followed, hoping to sense even just the hem of that satin shirt and I swear I saw God, in their most powerful aura.
Electric charged, conducted heat transferred through sonic vibration,
Aries led by fire and force.
Dear Love, your hands have touched my bare reality- the one that hurts,
Where the fault lies with me.
Freely, I have never needed to be perfect,
Your embrace baptises by strength
All the wounds you know too well.
Luck is a concept well known to us who have crossed your path by ray of divine intervention.
You are the blueprint and the invention,
Personification and revelation of
A love supreme.