I
manicure this love, to pedicure our gravel, a petal to a bee. We live a subtle
touch,
to
bathe in such essence, where lions stand guard. I give you life, for more a
broken
soul,
as intimate as newborn cubs. I knew for deaths, to season a character, to cry
unto
holiness. I hold for hands, to carry for legs, to strengthen essence. We perish
a
humble thought: our minds; your voice. I blink, where you ask why, a call at
noon.
We’re beating hearts, a Roman Temple, a Sanhedrin Court. The waves are
fluid,
from soul to mind, whereat are carnations. I split for roots, for jagged
hearts,
streaming
through symbols. We giggle in private, to hear it for love, to know for
soul-mates;
where you whisper passion, neatly terrified, to love the voyage. We
mingle
in gourmet, to broil in fevers, to laugh for grinning softly. Its late night
tugs,
for
morning hugs, to read for doves. Such is essence, to stir a soul, to answer a
gesture.
I filter a gaze, for multiple signs, to know for distress. We chat through
trauma,
to piecemeal theories, to arrive at peace. The planets—sit within—to seesaw
a
portrait; where love cultures, ever to humble, to know for two. We’re reborn
surely,
to tiptoe grace, lost to feelings. We chisel parts, to live harmony, stationed
at
an
orange light; but love is green, our saving souls, a home of pictures; where
steady
is fair, to filter the evil, to roam a harsh world. I give you love, to know
for
reason,
a soul to receive; whereat is strength, a core support, floating for freedom.
