True love never dies
How could it when
You’re so entrancing
I find myself cowering
Like a flower from
A sunbeam that is boiling
Frantic not to blindfold
Myself from your light
In an open all night church
On my knees asking
The universe to make a way
Acrimoniously without
All the pieces I had dreamt
Of disintegrating
Like sweet sugar on
Your flush hot skin
Smooth like amber
On my tongue
You can’t be genuine
If you’re not and I
Surmise that you are
Beyond belief
Abracadabra
Oracular a magician
Of sorts that stirs a
Fire in me belly
With your wand
Lighting the undergird
Of my spirit with a
Fortitude that beholds the
Salt of your earth
© GÄ
Poétique 