We
castle and chat, to live this love, to step into arenas; and oh the war, to
slay a lion, as crucial as a heartbeat. I loved her eyes, the ineffable, to
speak regardless; for purple the retinas, and beige the marbles, to flicker
upon turquoise eyelashes. I write and feel her, a sudden volt, to vibrate
consciousness; wherefore her mind, as much a genotype, seeping through
sub-souls; whereat as precious, a genuine swan, leaping into battle. We fight
the fever, to shift through likes, to discount the inner screams; for this is
life, to ignore and flee, turning towards asylums.
I
loved her at pace, to drop a century, as threshed as grains; and gods heard,
the call of the goddess, a furnace through a dream; the sculpture, and scenes,
to filter through touch; to see it and cry, a soul beyond reason, screaming and
losing for all. It’s quite simple, to leave a father, for cracking under
pressure, even the drugs; for life is easy, the sailing of seas, to disregard
the hard times. Oh for centuries, to give for all, to love a broken spouse, and
lose a broken spouse.
The
tears are swelling, to see for culture, to seek merely the sex; and then for
friends, to hope for perfect, the scope of insanity; and then another, to
address the same, and what a cycle!
