I
give you one vow, the root of love, to transcend an ocean;
for
paradise is love, a stage of hypnosis, ardent and
overwhelming.
We elicit love, abscond with hearts, and
fail
the many facets of love; and still, ever this love,
sailing
frequencies, to perish this love. So genteel a
thought,
captured in unreality, where you dance hung-over,
for
we never play pretend. Love’s a maestro, to dictate
through
wands, ever rapacious—for neural ecstasy. I light
a
lamp, and pardon pain, where all is addiction. It’s a
fairytale,
even a wildfire, the mysteries of a poet. You
vomit
and scream, to ruin a blouse, standing mid-room
spellbound.
We unmask, lie and dine, to pass out with a
fever.
You give me love, where others set sail, found in a
darkroom.
Your art is grand, a train of metaphors, published
in
multiple magazines. It’s opalescent, and ever dreamlike,
courting
a dry-spell. In love, it’s nearly surreal, to stand, lit
with
pangs, feeling something quasi-religious.
