Sunday, December 19, 2021

Love Is Swift

 

you love like a missile, meeting at a sudden second, investing existence into one human.

or you measure melting, proving kismet, grazing love for her guarantee.

her eyes are fuchsia brown; her pains are palpable; her agony rages in lovemaking.

you worship fate, spontaneity, existence is necessity, leaping.

her gaze spells innovation; her thoughts are like trespasses; her nature is spotted gentility.

you feel titillated, unique, as special, quickness is exhilarating transgression:

giving life, making veneration, bodies fretting, souls made holy, spirits soaring.

many are jealous, harboring frustration, they condemn the quality of such love.

if to know thunder, waning agility, acquired ecstasy—fire as it dances, root lusts, greater witness.

so photogenic, you die for passion, it seems so inconsequential.

her soul is riddled; her mind is clear; her ambrosia is newness.        

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