Never told how to unlove

Never told how to unlove, dear lover,
I piston on as piston did begin,
Unrolling landscape's long hills and coverts,
Rivers gathered at the roots where my eye swims.

So we travel on in loving leisure
Affrighted by no false shadow of a cloud
That moults its very being at wind's pleasure.

So we move to our dancing's measure,
Each synced step uncovering new ground
No matter that the steps are all the same.

Our palms meet, and at your back's my firm hand
Unmoving as we turn and turn again,
Two travelers passportless in the land,
Holding hands as we turn and turn again.