The
eye of an eagle, to drift your zone, to float through time.
I
love you like crazy, to hear brown eyes, and ponder hazel.
I’m
frantic a heart, and ever a soul, sore for contemplation.
We
see for flame, to die a Sensei, a white diamond. Mother
feels
it, to churn a fever, cosmic in pain. It was ever a
dream,
as rustic as love, to unpack marbles. I love you like
ribbons,
to live success, pinning a young swan. It’s want
and
rain, even tai chi, to wreck for darkness. I gave for rights,
to
live through hells, as vivid as collisions. Only for love,
and
seven tears, to give life’s blood. I’m conscience, love—
to
fault a soul, breaking for a mirror. So probe the karmic,
to
dig for deep, a banquet of bodhi
eyes. Wisdom elopes, to
meet
with love, stopping at a payphone; for mother cries, to
grip
a gown, bleeding knowledge. I feel it low, a dogwood
grime,
heading downward. It’s a yogic high, the tilt of love,
to
ponder your soul. We cry it purple, as royal as gourmet,
drifting
a hailstorm. Have you seen it, a birthstone, and Asian
cries.
We love you like breath, a gesture soft, to feel for soul.
