We
love so cruelly, as paired with dreaming, as to adore such chaos; and we love
as thieves, a fraction of envy, invited to perish; and we love as elves,
forever this magic, adrift through portals; to have for music, this free
flowing charm, as educated as scholars; oh for mercy, to cut us loose, as this
captive beauty; and oh this matrix, as teary a womb, birthed through a cryptic
pelvis. We speak passion, as willed to cherish, something akin to theater; this
mortal inflame, gauged through immortality, as her words penetrate dungeons; to
awaken lust, this fragment of men, whereto, is death—this cage of longings;
where addiction lives, as one for dramas, affected with operas; to have this
opus, as blackness engraved, to see her—this want for flesh; as pushed in
tears, this furious focus, where energy swarms; for we must exist, as a phoenix
aflame, accused of such treachery; in force—this life, whereat, are forests,
enslaved by a mirror; to shatter his life, this inner detriment, confused by
longings; to cast it aside, to push towards glory—this affection of eyes; as
tyranny this art, to dig at dementia, where it peeks into graves; to awaken, as
so sleepless, but a second to ruin—It
could be! Oh for leaving, this cave of sanity, to give her that bliss, as
watching angst, her legs to his spine, where charms forfeited a future; as
something so normal, this false impression, as jaded as decades; to picture
silence, as dignified chatter, to move closer with sheer regret; but oh to
love, this crazy ring, as driving one through gravity; to precipitate motion,
as so captured to enter, her breath an avalanche of cries; wherewith, are
fires, as an imprint of coals, struggling at a sordid breath. Oh for mercy, as
this retried event, as to imagine a colorful outcome; where hatred brews, this
stew of reigns, as to challenge humanity; as forever this scar, as carried
forward, where one repents for another’s mishaps; but what of love, as cheery
blossoms, or apricots, or a knitted blouse; whereby, we dance, as a blizzard of
trysts, as to awaken Adonis; for long she lives, as eternal a woman, fastened
to dynasties; and long she dies, wherefore, she lives, as a woman of paradox.
