Tender Passion

You invaded islands, at years that estate, flickering as a light-switch: soaring in for out of mercy, conscious those wings to fly, pouring into this vessel; while lacking rest, as charged as mania, a lantern to a cave: those eyes about souls, falling into turmoil, afraid by way those prose; or touched dearly, nibbling infinity, a woman with secrets; as marshal artists, or fugue musicians, that canvas of exorcisms. We’ve danced theater, that silence of words, caravanning locomotive miseries; to flurry with joys, this vague disappearance, at times, genuine elation; while tender that passion, growing into limbs, at woes to miss our orchestra. You invaded islands, molding for reasons, a bit concerned with cults: that famous name; that reaching energy; those waves as broad as manias; to change a soul, as to outwit a future, maneuvering through pagan traffic. It had to live life, this casual converse, that edgy tinge; where friction becomes light, as resistance becomes chi, while to enter an office suffused: this place on knowing, while eyes remain naïve, filled with this type of pomp; as seeing little, while vague on hearing, as still to assert confidence. It’s meddling dreams, accustomed to silent screams, falling while bleeding our secrets: those fluctuations, thrusting a throttle, at war with something alterable: this flaming heartbeat; that magnet by winds; that simultaneous effusion; to outwit deaths, challenged but climbing, flinging fireballs: this wealth of souls, as grounded in chaos, with little room for losing; if ever again, those burgundy eyes, shaded with desert highlights; while time is motives, to construct a vital force, if but to divert this thing called miseries. Our minutes speak, this language of fusions, to adjudge this measure of honesties: to have seen so much, intervening where necessary, afraid to release the hem: this place of madness, those groping palms, as all outwit all but self: this striving dynasty, at purpose to witness, heaven as human. We must for teaching, this thing as farness, that reach so near; to structure ghosts, fleeing into visions, alert by hearts that song; as singing to graves, by arts this pressure, to come alive while sacred.