I
love you, and disappear into soundless meadows. Your eyes
The
color purple, and so hypnotized. We cry a mile apart—a
Yogic
practice. How have I loved you, afraid to near a
Fire.
But please forgive a broken gem, and cleave a broken sky.
I
love you, and reappear—our consciousness; and there you
Gaze—staring
into a horizon. My life, lover and friend: I never
Confide
in you, for my voice is shut, and my arms are wilderness.
But
walk us to Xanadu, my frantic eyes. Indeed, we love to fall
Apart,
to awaken the exoteric. But agony kills us: communicating
The
deeper regions. And I see you peering into my soul, my noisy
Passion;
where I trespass—drifting into a haze. Ours is such
Karate,
and ours is such the Tao. But ever our heartbeats; and
Ever
our lungs. So meet us at a river, and baptize insistence, for
Love
is so mythic—a list of miracles.
