wanderings

We’ll rattle time; we’ll shake the bars that hold us, we’ll tear them out of their cold and naked stone and bury them in unconsecrated ground. We’ll kiss in the middle of the street like lovers in a French art print. We’ll exchange vows of eternity with every look, with every touch; we’ll scorn the rings you would not have us take and dance, laughing, in the growing starlight. We’ll shout our love for everyone and no one to hear. We’ll take your proffered shackles and instead make music with them. We’ll make every moment last forever; we’ll rattle time.