To
hear it is radical: “I love you.” A host of feelings surge,
knotted
throughout an atmosphere. I love you more, my
wave
of flame, weening of love. It’s iridescent, a junoesque
queen,
fully human. Something quixotic strikes a soul,
gazing
through portals, a semi-matrix. What is this love?
to
drift—charged with this love. I glance and daze, pulling
upon
love, a seductive art. We gear a relic, centuries of
love,
searching par excellence. My heaven
in stars, love
forevermore,
featured in cinemas; for something’s tugging—
a
wealth of lies, to outlive love. I speak for love, enflamed
by
love, ever to sigh for love. So many danced in love, ever
alive,
but ever cursed in love. What for magic, ambrosic sin,
wrested
in nocturne love. I come to you, jealous for love,
hurting
for love. We laugh for more, to want for more,
enlove
with more. I’m so gravid for love, flickering in a
candle,
quilted in love. So ever this love, and never this love,
sailing
seas for love.
