I
love you—the cryptic of a heartbeat,
painting
into this space.
I
want this miracle, to
infuse
health, to stream the giver of life.
It’s
ever your tears, an
inrush
of mercy, grieving the joys of such passion; where
art
scribbles gestures, lilting to music, and foreheads
touching.
We
imagine beauty, an anchor as a star, the soul of fireworks;
in
which are colors, and selfhood flames, to tiptoe emotions;
as
the goddess turns, a phantom as a friend, to summons
sunlight.
We knit the future, through crossword puzzles, and
sculpting
love; where hitherto, an antique locket, to picture a
reservoir.
I love you—the cryptic of a heartbeat, a living
talisman;
whereat is pressure, to capture perfection, to pluck a
chin
hair. Our love is circuits—even a lovelock, as patient as
nursing.
I
see healing lenses, to carry the measure, the physics of amore;
and
something lovely, conjures symbols, to manumit our hearts;
where
time is treasure, a moment at a bench, a vision as a
soulprint.
I love you—the cryptic of mental flame, to enter
heaven;
and thitherto, a shared koan, a Frisbee to a Labrador.
