Even The Thorn

I lost the burden of freewill
when I chose everything.
Sap gushes from the whole rose,
even the thorn.
Eternity has happened,
and it was beautiful,
sad, sweet, full of waiting.
Now I wait for you
to flower in the space I am.
I want you to be the fragrance
of me when I am gone.
No, only crushed and trodden.
The juice is everlasting,
fermented with yearning.
Those who wander here,
waking or dreaming, wonder,
"Were they two?"
Love unfolds without lovers.
We're bubbles on the shore
reflecting a thousand moons.
Touch me ever so gently
with your feathery exhalation.
Don't be afraid to burst
and become the wine
of my unfathomable darkness.