The Embrace

Sunday, the second week of school,
Solitude embraces me in your memory;
Writing to you my love poem,
From a book smelling lover's campus!

Designed in curves are the iron benches,
Uninvited songs of machines and cars,
Warm but windy and tall trees to shadow,
And you blanket me in your embrace,
with a beautiful slavery to love,
In a lullaby of a summer wind!

I forgot to tell you of this EMBRACE,
A bronze sculpture by Hans Schleeh.
She is pretty and he is strong.
They embrace before my gaze,
In a sacred shroud of naked veil;
With a world of truth and peace,
Like a birth and a death,
And a space awaiting in flesh.
Is this naked space,
An art of not knowing to love?
Beloved, let this embrace last,
Until we know the love and it's pain of loss!