To
see you, gliding a thought, an ardent vision. I get lost,
to
titillate a soul, captured by introductions. Your name, an
aphrodisiac,
hard won and overtaken. We welcome waves,
close
to touch, and breaking down. How low the pavement,
warring
fair beauty, screaming, “My Wellbeloved.” Tie a
covenant,
sailing wildflowers, dying to glow stars. You’re
a
symbol, speckled in jewels, crying, goodbyes. I found
you
in pain, gripping silk, to crochet a miracle. It was fire
to
life, a sea to quake, a tender wound. I love you in Prada,
sipping
champagne, in knee high boots. Our tempo—is
allergenic,
a ghost to sneeze, wheezing softly. It’s erotic—
this
dance, where nothing is concrete. But you’re a gemstone,
parasailing,
and tiptoeing pain. I’m spellbound, staring at a
phantom,
a mind haywire; for light to date, alive a myth,
as
winsome as mindstuff. But still, forever lingers, a nightly
whisper,
even a linchpin. So irrigate a soul, where words
form statues, as torn
as history.
