I
love you like a woman loves diamonds; but our eyes are open, where we can’t
see. Our doorsteps are darkened, to muse upon a comely love, saturated in
selfishness; for I love you if…. This
is madness, to creep through minds, partial to insanity; and still, we chisel
through nightfall, desperate for sunlight, to wrestle where others forsook
love. But you’re so gorgeous; and you’re so tender; and you’re so vicious. I
mourn to rant the fringes of love, found in city lights, wrestling to love you.
You scream amore, every aspect, and brooding the deepest darkness. We touch to
perish; to find for love; a ripple through every crevice. You tug to pull, and
pull to tug, nibbling at insanity. We’ve melted a furnace, to break for chains,
and ruptured by a curse. Our tears are rivers, and love is grand, ever
volcanic. We’re wrist to wrist, for mind to mind, pruning a lotus. Our love is
rare, as pure as salt, streaming through books and notes. Here’s a chalice, a
holy grail, to consecrate souls. I love you like heaven’s opened, where prayers
are tassels, to dangle from hearts. We twist and feud, to love and grind, a
spent azure. Our words are liquid, ever to seep, disturbing our psyches. I need
to think, to flee a forest, to settle chimes; and you’re need for peace, a yogic
calm, spinning through mystic spheres. How have we loved, forever with spears,
and ferric shields? We drop for armor, and cleave to life, to chunk an anklet
into a river. Our root the deepest earth, girt in compact soil, reaching for
oceans. We perish so harshly, to love so gently, sprinkling as light particles.
I love you born, speeding through time, a stranger to such turmoil; for ours is
torn, a reckless love, living as our addiction.
