Logophilia - A Seduction
Lovers, like Icarus, fly too close to the sun;
Leaving hearts to the open, patinaed into beautiful verdigris;
Echolalic, "I love yous" never becoming
The atavistic skeining of bodies, wrapped in some hermetic paean;
He, chiseled by some hermetic lapidary, his body;
hallowed and charged.
Both with febrile quiddity, he; her suzerain, ruling over her, she, with ineluctable beauty, given by the gods;
with no paucity or dross.
He would write hagiographs on her soul with his flesh;
a renaissance of recursive apotheosis.