adoring myth,
living in mind, asking permission to dance. taking a small palm, leading with
forgiveness, hearing a unique feeling. if to weld, furious valleys, by dream,
by scar.
welkin beginnings,
so fierce, so free; never an insight, into bleak lands, destitute of doubt; to
make passion, days fraught by romance, made indiscreet, paraded in public.
it wouldn’t vex—if
it wasn’t a galaxy—it wouldn’t vex.
she’s polite
indifference. years have built dams. qualms become personal.
often, one expects
excellence, receives vinegar, smiles, walks away—made offensive.
the onus must be
answered. opinions are valued. pain comes to thwart. by heart, brains, mouth,
gesture.
bonding is too
quick. facts are omitted. Love was once excellence.
by a fusion of
pains, by an admission of guilt, the only requirement was perfection. to sound
out syllables, to discover dissonance, some writing unveils souls.
Love will float
for now, searing clouds, remote beauty in its distance.
