I Met One Held a Thing

Approaching The Cup

I met one held a thing
as distant and as near
as what lovers knew
before the apple grew;

some seeming trinket
with mars light threaded through
and edges not its own.
I felt I had a home

from which bright paths unspooled
continually
your and my and love’s
unbreachable decree

to part each moment kissed
by pure intensity.
I met one held a thing
inside eternity.