Never
abandon this love, a love for abandonment! where cries are welcomed
and
sour thoughts to laugh, striking heaven. Its pain and passion, for prayers
and
patience, a bit for power. I feel you afar, a volt to flame, fevered and
favored.
We die like roses, to rise like visions, to see you in red boots. I cuddle
a
wound, to stumble my life, to cross through breaths. The creams are velvet,
the
puddles are sticky, the sheets are bleeding. I tasted a heartbeat, to drum the
music,
a trope for womb. I listened and swooned, nearly terrified, to grip for
sanity;
and never this gone; and ever this storm—to tame insatiable. I can’t
but
panic, to fail inclines, to ask for retakes; for love is rising, where pressure
is
fallin’, a must explode; and caves are wailing, where love is walking, to
cater
to confusion. I plead a return, to shatter an ego, to feel for pressure. It’s
ever
a style, a rafting wave, even a waterfall. We clutch and panic, pulling
and
pushing, a party of passion. I sit—disturbed, to fiddle a thought, lost in
living
lust. Our hearts for lights, beating and panting, to witness such addiction.
Oh
for life, the less to die, where love is leaving—for something grander!
Such
a level, beyond for scope, an endless pill; and love is there, breathing
faintly,
and gazing afar. We lose to gain, a selfish warmth, absorbed in self;
where
love is havens, a private castle, to feature like perfect—this love.
