Tuesday, December 1, 2015

Love through Madness & Madness through Love

What for love, this rose upon concrete, this lute of feelings?     It’s inward caress,
to nurture steams, to enter and pause.     The nights were flutes, to skip for waves,
abed a blue moon.     There’s grays an opus, for caramel pride, to tat a name in
henna.     The year’s courted love, to grow in stations, prepared for love.     Our
days, to outsoar scars, giddy for rainbows.     We doted gray ribbons, the zest of
zeal, as ripe as this love.     We sculpted love, but vexed for sore, to reap for
circuits.     Love painted mansions, to whelm for souls, the courage to love. Was
it earth, a hidden science, as winsome as love?     I ask—to search for esoteric,
featured in gravity.     There’s a lagoon, filled with emotions, to fret a fever. The
heart, crocheted in essence, a series of drums; for love’s a koan, a subtle gesture,
filmed in psyches.     I now for drift, a locket of souls, un-nailing carpet.

I look upon visions, to stipple a face, to meet us come daylight; for stars are printed,
a rising grace, to wrestle for jazz. We mystic a fountain, to partake of dreams, as
colorful as a glance; where seldom this love, an antique rose, bedded in soul-prints;
for almond eyes, for pearl barrettes, an unspoken motif. I feel it tugging, to surf a
city, gazing at strangers; whereat an angel, a mental mantra, a woman for madness;
for there I was, as mad as drugs, vowing the unseen; where tears trickled, a lot
untold, to voice a river.        

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