if
I loved you, as to perish with you, as to flourish with you, would this
suffice—as to carry infinity? we live to surrender. we love to surrender; to
this breath, as life through loins, as to sacrifice minds. if I loved you, to
plummet hell, as to give a diamond, would you conquer hell? I find us dancing,
the greatest of sorrows, filled with rejuvenation; as to suffer joy, this
fleeting breath, where things become mediocre. it’s our place, ever our place,
to resuscitate life! the gods are jubilant, at play with souls, as in cruelty at
first glance; wherewith is pushing, this calm torture, to unlock gods; where a goddess
smiles, to select a son, to court a being; but if I loved you, to know this hidden
you, would you conquer hell? a.m. brought vibration, even jolts, to electrify a
soul. I type gently, every word a sorcerer, every dot a pain, every noun a Wiccan,
even a Warlock. this inner kiss, as years of combat, to settle upon combat; for
yearning becomes contrary, to a room of consensus, that being cringing through caves;
“but what have we given, this life of wisdom, our novitiate to gods; you are found
with insights, a friend of Adam, a friend of God.” it’s A = B, as B = C, ergo C
= A; but as souls, we yen a greater depth, even a monk’s reach; where-as gods, faces
are etched, into beating hearts; but if I loved you, this dying you, to rebuild
us, would you conquer hell?—for love was gray, as beige as fading colors, as dim
as clouded suns; where love flourished, this deceit of love, to enter, vibrate—to
perish. I know not a soul, at war with freedom, as to court a mirage. I know not
a soul, at war with love, as to forfeit love. rather eyes are blurry, rubbed through
with pain, as to court this kismet love; but if I loved you, enough to sustain you,
would you die to love us?
