The Vicissitude Of Love
Translucency of our love, morphed through eons of
treacherous storms some lucid, others ambiguous
words were merely breaths of smoke rising from
dormant oceans of volcanic ripple convoluted and
muddled, conjugating perfectly reposed strings
misconstruing language of love.
Ripeness of our flesh fed furtive whispers of
self exile, the solitude imprisoned through past walls
impairing fingers and touch; expanse of emotions
were sirens to song of death filling aspirations for
Elysian fields with hopelessness and despair
in this space of 'Us' .
Living truth of our love fragmentally premature
at birth in this breath, testimony inked on petals
shall blow on through passages of time
ashes to ashes, our eulogy concealed in a vessel
soundless and motionless sphering to another time
re-birthed with hopes of perpetual existence
entwined in numinous divinity.
I shall be there, my love
waiting for your arrival
four seasons of weather
to be whole again
with you as one.
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