Our Love: Such Sweetness, Such Struggle

Love us forever a kiss falling softly upon peasants; for we night

a well of lust and drift a wealth of flowers. Hear it in prose, a

soundless sound, wailing through silence, begging and

pleading forgiveness. How do I love thee: as star to space, fruit

to nectar, floating and wafting through time and pain. I love

you come sleep, and court you come light, lost in such pursuit,

madly aloft. Leave a trail and wax a voice, for love is bitter, and

love is sweet, where a meal is life and gold. Life, for charm and

heart; and gold, for love and rain, a season of leopards. So court

and love and write and rage, for ours—immortal, a waterfall of

joys and flames. I see you near a vineyard: heaven is speaking,

and such warfare, where love is persecuted, and dreams are

punished; but love such light, burning and streaming through heart

and soul: love such light. Else, fall and perish a soul screaming,

“Such disaster”: wailing and lost, dying through midnight blues.