I
sight for vision to stipple love. She’s a graph, even pegs,
to
fog up hearts. How to steer, with heaven calling,
locking
souls? Such chaos and rhythm, a puzzle born;
and
where’s the pieces, scattered abroad, a spell gone
haywire.
We wander groves, shield in silence, to savor for
moments.
Energy cries, and sorely mourns, to love at
such
a distance. It was never us, to gain affection, and
merely
kids. Something perished, where heaven spoke. I
raced
to feel and felt to race—sheer seduction. There was
never
such flame, a soul to shiver, rapt in ecstasy. I long
through
winters, a desert relic, grieving love letters; and
she
appears, draped is in silk, and sniffing lines. I do
resist,
where flesh is warm, speaking love. We tussle, to
tear
soul, terrified for nothing. She’s raw for eager,
moaning
softly, where I awake in said desert. I’m something
shocked,
and smitten deeply, to practice my return. I
daydream,
unpaved terrain, overtaken sorely. She lives a
storm,
seductive summers, to overstep love. I watch for art,
to
wail amore, chided by reason.
