Our love is not the short
courtly kind but 
upstream, down,
long inside — enjambed,
enjoined, conjoined, and
jammed, it's you, enkindler, 
enlarger, jampacked man of many 
stanzas, my enheartener – love 
runs on from line to 
you, from line to me and me
to you, from river to sea and sea to 
land, hits a careless coast, meanders
way across the globe — land 
ahoy! water ahoy! — love 
with no end, my waters go
wherever you are, my stream
of consciousness.