Indeed
to love, thrown into patience, where a gesture offends;
plus
the same, a gesture warms. Oh this beating heart, to
surrender
a fane, longing eternal, the alchemy of love. It was
ever
our names, to mingle softly, asearch an unction. I’m a
found
object, to roam a forest, kneeling near a sanctum.
You
cry my pulse, to stand my shadow, dying where I cried.
What
is this love, a pail of debris, to manifest art? It was
ever
your eyes, a set of stars, moaning softly. I walked to
life,
ever a daydream, the ink of a nib. Tell a future, our hearts
aflame,
screaming, “Forever.”
Indeed
to love, wrapped in tensions, to utter love; plus a flame,
to
flicker boldly. Oh this churning soul, to strive for glory, to
feel
a catapult. I found it in your smile, a scent of myrrh, to
burn
emotions. It was ever your style, a pleasant thought, to
soar
through motions. I’m hurling prayers, to grip a night, where
morning
blazed in glory. Oh to love a soul, dearly amazed, a
ceremony
of sessions.
