I Love you As We Perish

I beg you to love me; arms free a mind screaming; for

chemistry, a pagan’s rites, where Gentiles love and die love.

I see you, fallin’, and liquor spillin’, articulating arithmetic.

The sky—a purple sky, and Prince is wailing—such

my thoughts. I feel you, stressing my heart, where we love,

a moment near death. How have we lived, dying in

segments, authorized to plead God? Forgive an open fount;

but love to bloom, and life to cringe, a city lacking

daylight. I watch you a vision filled with hope, dust, and

kryptonite. You beg me to love you: I plead the same; and

we fall a bed fraught with temperament. Our memoir, a

poodle’s infraction: tears fallin’ and rising a month in May.

Again forgive; but ever my soul, aflight a future, sailing the

Caribbean. It’s you, my love: adrift, argus-eyed, and music.