Destiny is a Malleable Thing

Destiny is a malleable thing 

that does not interest me much.

Take me deeper to the kiss that does not end.

Take me through the spiral of your tongue,

to the vast landscape of your heart where you

and I and all living things merge into ancient song—

where destiny is nothing more but a question that sparks 

the dance, and then a dip in Your arms,

where our hearts, like wildfire,

burn, burn, burn.