The joy is dispersed in fragments.
The heart rejoices … to have noticed
a shy soul. Untold tales, unsaid beliefs,
religiosity is personal.
Loving was easy by numbness,
wrapped in essence, weened and
set loose. Gazing upon a sage, an
enlightened art, making passion
incomplete. Holding symbols, a
mental chalice, painting
invisibility. Born of spirit,
floating upon rain, standing beneath
intelligence. Mauled by love, as she
resides, with needs for improvements.
Knotted in guts, eating inkprints, to have
discovered romance. Many speak of
an anchor, so sweet in trauma, needing
excellence, a hug with roses. Oh
Nautic Eyes, chemic undercurrents,
reformed pirates; tender amore, to have
entered mind, in adoring it might
ache—needing closeness, bodies
made near, not whelmed
enough. Fervent avalanche—sun-filled
music, proud to have met patience,
perfect errors, a soul flogging
arrogance. Upon a drum—into a
dungeon, with everything to explore:
abject happiness, for it only
rises so high—a shifting keel;
academic wilderness, systematic
doubts, asked to fall in love. Oh
Churchbell, ringing in souls,
pleading a return to a primal source,
with Love naked in art’s domain.
A heaving upsurge, a whirlpool, loving
aesthetics has been delicate.
