Tuesday, October 20, 2015

When They First Knew Love

To love for matrix, a heartbeat love, nestled in moments. She
loves affect, a tendon pressure, to measure through portals.
He touched a thigh, to grip a shoulder, to fall a dream. They
gesture softly, a fatal whirlwind, a crescent trust. There’re doting
love, a subtle segue, fleeing into flight. They soar, sitting still,
found in yoga. Its boding brightly, a brilliant birth, baked in
birthrights. He claims a valley, to carry tension, to vow for
concrete. Her smile's mercy, a mansion maze, ablaze’d in love.
They play for games, a much ado, acting Shakespeare. Life is
love, a sullen cry, to crave a castle. It’s a monsoon, to play it
limpid, as trenchant as surgery. Its astral love, a first love, as
mature adults. He filched a heart; she weaved a furnace; both
are forever. They paved a fortress, wit little mammon, to
picklock dreams. Love is magic, an earthen stone, blessed in
aqua. Oh for sulfur, to vacuum  love, to quench for thirst; but
love is nocturne, filled with favor, a fervid hymn. So less for
rain, where love is law, to war malaise; for vows were made,
a telic song, ringing through every valley.     

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