Screaming: “Goodbye”

Music and madness, my love: flavor to flavor, and bark to tree.

If ever this love but more than shadow and more than time: for

such divine travesty, as tragic as voyage and sea: as rich as new

born life. Our love chess and checkers, move for move, and

rest is for babe and crib. Thus, a heart, antsy and slanted, and

love an hour past sunrise. So here’s a letter, my warmth: read

and chant, and ignore misspelled words. Feel as lines drift in and

out of sanity, where love is draped in cashmere and rubies. Hear

alarms ringing near a soul’s cabin, and float a love bent upon

rush and rage. Indeed, a mind is witty enough to mate, stern

enough to see, and bold enough to love. So how shall we perish,

ever soaring through valleys, falling upon clumps of grass, nude

and wild-like near a furnace? Forever is so close—so far—a

moment immortalized with love. And every kiss inches through

heart and soul, climbing thought to thought, screaming: “Goodbye.”