Monday, July 20, 2015

Love II

I sit, staring at a Jesus piece, falling into regions. I’m looking
for a language, a group of words, something found in novels.
Indeed, my love, an animal is amuck, striping a forest. I
listen to Jodeci, pondering apricots, plus, exotic winds. I
imagine wedgewood, a burning fever, to fetch a psyche. A
world is drifting, where yogis flame, ever to tap a heart. We
move so wildly, infatuated with glamour, ever to need more.
Love is so zealous, bending through a city, landing in
shattered districts. Indeed, my love, how speak a wave,
where trauma rages aflame? I ask, as segue to love, dearly
afoul. Are nights not restless, courting a moon, staring at a
clock; and we sit so close, closely closed. I speak of love,
enlove with love, doting for love. Indeed, ever a flower,
streaming through a galaxy, a heavy rainfall. But I vow to
love, reckless for love, peering into a future; for this is love,
a boding valley, a challenged love. 

PS.

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