Love & Pain & Pain & Love

I want much to reach forth: to numb such insecurities: to nurse

a wing of shadows. But you cry, and move a soul, adamant

about pain. It’s yours; and love can’t take it; and heart can’t

move it. I retreat, filled with longing, and fraught with

vibrations. Morning is grapefruit and pineapples; and life is

sweet for but a moment. But I ask: Why cleave to pain—with

such pride and dignity? for it must be similar such ache—a

trenchant soul, falling and driving through such kisses. I’d die

to hand you love: wrapped in complication, yielding

heartbeats. Such valor, captured resilience, crying: “I love

you.” So nibble grapes, and sate a mind, most distant and

aloof. I recognize such love, and fault not a winter. But

summer is near, and blueberry love, ever to see glory. Thus,

Venus, a rising land, and we perish adamant about love.