Our Contradiction: Love

I think of you, spinning souls, clouded and discontent. You

were so deep a soul: chanting and webbing flames. We dined

and sexed, and lived and cried, lost in infidelity. Every “I

love you” was a tear, glazed with trauma, pleading

forgiveness. How would I die for you; feeling insane and

manic, loving ‘till dawn? Our world—so confused, and so

many lies. We talked forever, and never spoke truth. My love

was an Asian dream; and your love, a censored qualm. Never

could we see, life and pain, dearth and stream. But such was

love, ever a thought, a distant storm. We charmed a snake,

and faulted love: our nights—sex and draught. You were so

enchanted, and fully alive; but ever again this feeling. How did

I love you, nearly bankrupt; and you cried: “I never fully love.”

It’s so much, our hearts: fallin’ and swimming, ever to mate a

foreign love. So what was fate: a cross and dream; where

passion froze, an orgasm false.