I’m
seeing, Love—as erased with time, as seeing, Love—infused with time. (Our
contradictions, fueled with deaths, at breath tired and dragging through
battles; to come to, Love—by shadows’ drudgeries, pulling at thunder—to die a
vision, as living a scream, at forever by
tensions). I’m hearing, Love—but captive a star, this resistance to words…as
only us, where men are savage, as to have adored your cadence; while,
nonetheless, we ache for vengeance, our winters so cold, our autumns insidious.
We’re making jazz, tiptoeing our dance, at mercy to fall apart unstudied—that
horrid conviction, at wealthy eyes, at balance such our edges—as suited
funerals, refusing deaths, while escaping our webbish minutes. (I saw you a
box, fiddling through blueprints, accustomed to total disgust: to ask of dust,
its immortal texture, as present before time: our bones writhing; our saliva as
DNA; our saber tooth genetics; to arrive to death, rejecting his premise, while
abused by suppositions: that crying mountain; our seconds to plaques; this love
to chance but fire). We held a thought, chiming a whetstone, our textures
melding into silence: that arc through minds; those wings through hearts; our
flying and dying, while singing of sanity—to love forever, at clear disasters,
fretting our mother’s music—to find by deer, our eyes to innocence, our
gestures premeditated—as such, a miracle, to display such correlation, where
essence has wrung its fever. I’m loving, Love—three miles to glory, wrestling a
furious storm. I’m dreading, Love—one hour to fate, fumbling an internal
memoir—while, nevertheless, this sheer confusion, for wanting to attain, where
attainment becomes infectious: that crime we sung, while ever at dungeons, to
come to terms loving forbidden cries. Oh to die with you, as living to flee with
you, where rapture becomes a flying ache; as grieved our lights, by methods our
courage, to stare by eyes screaming, “I hate you.” Such flurry by passion, our
inner marble-bread, our toppings flavored by dying: that canvas of bones; our
fluids as paint; our eyes forever watching.
