Points A-part

It’s time now for us to sweep
Up this moment before the memory
Dies.
Getting to the point:
We are each a fair argument,
that together makes a fine point.

Have you gotten to the point you sat out to make?
Make:
Amends, apologies, lies
To coat the stomach& grease the heels
Until we lose our bearings&
are reminded of what you contended.
Instead,
Let’s be exalted by love,
before there is nothing left
to exude. & your point?..
I sometimes have trouble recalling.

We are, 1 block apart.
A distance as uncharted as
Jupiter’s surface -or any given point
That seeks discovery by your Martian hands
that seem familiar& rush to touch me
with such urgency,
I am swept up in your cause
before I can die and be reborn.
and what of it?
This pursuit of yours
To cogently establish the point...

And the point being;

I still love you, organically speaking;
every crease& cry& sneeze& sound
and pathogen& cell.
but again:
you sat out to make a point
which like all points,
is composed of several smaller points
all meaning nothing alone

but that create the heavens together.