Penelope Exploded in My Mind

Penelope exploded in my mind

I exploded in her hand, holding it

As if it was a prize to be confined

No matter the ancient poetic skit

Being scripted for us by the Cosmos

Where even small events are recorded

For the sake of immortality's moss

Only visible when time's afforded

More space in any scheme still depicting

Love chasing love for more love, day and night

Including each afternoon, predicting

Passion and lust through the rest of her light

Penelope slides down my spinal cord

Never letting go of my gentle sword

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Dedicated to Penelope Israel.