Its
warfare for love ever a love to love as only love can love.
To
channel for joy through sheer presence alive where gods
dwell.
This for amazing to nurture as a monk to care as a
priest
only to love as seduction. There’s a universe plagued
by
thirst where cosmic love surges through welkin souls.
I
muse through How to Love to gather
wings for flight
grounded
in a spark for love. I remember for moments a
touch
of beauty captured in gestures. Such as night illuminated
through
cold summers where love shattered a singeing furnace
and
purple rain drenched a woman’s rose.
We
waltz through tender grains where candles signal for
piety
aloft a scent to waft through winds of isolation; for a
chamber
captures fey spinning through grays where love inches
through
caves a face chiseled in concrete. I love—becomes a
torch
searing into a village of features for love to see.
