Verse to Verse

It took but a glimmer, to toil for love, in a roundabout

manner. Raindrops kissed our souls, rising with flame,

painfully voiceless. We felt a symbol, climbing steepness,

abandoned to passions. What was our keel: a pier of

prayers, fitful for fertilizer. I grapple with a verse, torn

for moments, lost in a thrall of infatuation. We

nurture insecurities, building strengths, deep a rapture

of joy. Love has become an axiom, a pivot of dynasties,

where lovers dote, insanely jealous. Our aria is

resounding softly, ever ablaze. How have we traveled

quicksand, found in a thrall of captivation? I love us

come rainstorms, sign for sign, clawing warm visions.

Awash us in perfumes, ever alive, circuit to circuit. Our

ghosts are dancing, sounding Aum, perfecting prose.

We animate force, table to table, toasting life.