Classic Poem

I.

When I move
I am accomplishing an act foredoomed,
And all the love I bear,
All the hate,
All the cadences my heart beats to,
Went through the brute
Who trapped the mastodon
And carved its image
On the tusk.

II.

I put my arm out to catch yours,
So!
I draw you to me,
Peer into your eyes,
Bear downward to your lips,
And then I kiss you.
Æons and aeons ago, before time was,
Some pebble stirred the pool
To bring about this ripple.
This is the end?
No! This is the beginning.
I hold you.

III.

If I sit here longer,
Listening to the roar of the silence,
Brooding,
A monster will take shape out of the darkness
Behind the table
And swallow me.