she was,
"catch of the century"
one in a ball game of,
a googolplex of pitches
and I catch her
every century
of love's timing
like,
a meteor
among meteors
riding the waves of
a supernova on the rim
of the event horizon
of our star-crossed fates
marks the spot
home base
we were in love
as earth and moon
in dance
in trance
in eternity
upon the thin ice of space
curling with the flows of time itself
we were the continuum of love
unfurling into dream
budding romances anew
like orchards
caskets of poetry
fermented odes of promise
to one anther
uncorked,
every summer of our lips, entwined,
open to the experience of being
conjoined between our hips, locked,
and interlocking, for hours
letting our waters flow up
and
down
stream
past
the
point of living
for the sake of sweat forbidding
panting breath
stealing motion from tiring
treading life through rest
we tread not flesh but the waters
of love itself
drank from each other
the secrets
of our love for each other
until none were had
and only that
which was truth, remained
and the secret was us, our love, and its fire
the passion aglow
in the magma chambers of the furnace being our future
calling us into the union of what was
into the future of what could never be again
that being, our
loneliness,
our time apart, and our time together
wed into our time
all our time was ours, as I lost myself to her
and she
lost herself to me, and I forgot her
as
I could only remember myself
and she
in forgetting me, could
remember only herself
and I, in remembering myself, only knew her, my lover, herself
and she responded, "My love. I will never forget you..."
"You are memory, and to forget you..."
is to no longer love her,
and since
time has answered our yearning
for love need be deeper
than wood root
deeper than word
roots of iron would rust
and love needs air with water
iron would melt, forgetting itself
in the heat of such love betwixt us
envy would poison other lovers
so, worlds apart from other lovers
& their passions
we needed space and time
and the answer came, in that twilight of memory,
lost to the abandon of all life, we transpired the love of
all things other,
all things not us,
not we
not true love
I forgot, how her father beat her,
when my touch, could enter her womb
grasp her ovarian limbs
and tell her mother she was safe with me
and all her mothers became the song of letting go
for my touch was that without harm
without sin
my touch was that which sought hope
brought meal to her heart
quilt to her nerves
time to her wounds
comfort to her fears
and myself became distinct from all that be "men"
in her eyes
glad, her heart became
her man I transcended all otherwise
to be
the answer to her wanderlust
for lovers
I became her sole lover
Only, was my name
she was mine - already
and bound, as two wedding rings, became our roots
I knew her deepest pleasures,
pain became my enemy
in her name,
my adversary
found love, in me, she had
and Love became our messenger,
itself the tree, whose flesh was truth; us,
whose bark was no animal speech,
no madness compeled it
no age marked its passage through time
only secrets of truth wound its coils of being
only truth spoke its limbs, chorused its fruit,
sighed its leaves in autumn
chaste its death from winter
its canopy was the spring
of all possibilities
and we were the plume of being
the evergreen oasis of marriage,
itself of our founding
our purpose
perfection
eldritch in cthulian tembre, our love,
unsightly, in the eyes of
hate's beholders
the glare of the blindness unmasked
their ignorances,
absent of the light of knowing
truth absconded,
they were set aflame by revelation
the rapture of guru, sage
mystic, gnostic
yogi, and all holies,
suckling the fruit of
mysteries long beheld
at the foot of God Himself
plucked from the tree of itself
the
understanding
itself, the wisdom granted, as if
as if 't'were holy water,
as if they wert gossamer cotton aflame
no constitution for the raw love of wisdom itself
no breath for humility
no peace for surrender, even, could they bear
the audacity, beheld in them, was them
all that
was left
of shame
transfixed, crucified, undone by experience
approaching, not of its arrival had they perished
of its approach, unfit for the wisdom,
in the understanding
of our love had they cremated
in themselves
all hope for life
they perished of their own futures
and became the everliving of themselves
that no future beheld them, for the past
became the limit
of their potentials
she and I became, that love untouchable
imperishablee
even unto
us,
except in the perfect approach
hermeticized, canoes set as pyres
where death goes to live
we die by giving to life again
living anew in love
perfection, the price of being
and to fail, death again,
absolute, in failure,
death be, my love, me
for adultery wouldst be, my silver bullet
due her, every moment
she, the scorpion
her tale, of another's bed,
like Hailey's comet,
the shaft bore
in my soul
gored by weeping
my frailty, my honor sundered
as Jericho, bore by powers untold
but told, all the same,
she be my death,
my living be her demise
should faithlessness be her love
i be ******
till never I be
in life
never I
be
for to breathe
is to live for love
and my breath
she taketh
in love, and surely
the I be dead
without her love, spent of breath is my life
for my life is her love
the death of our love
my life be undone
partake, of my grave
my supper
my last meal
when the fox
was the hen
all along...
"Love Is A Losing Game" is a song by Amy Winehouse.
The phrase is soberingly somber, tragic, but it's sooo true.
Some have said, "ALL is fair, in love & war," but only those who don't love, who are incapable of love, say and believe that, in my most absolute opinion.
Love becomes objectively unfair when one's lover loves, always, others.
People who believe love has limits, and who live to spend that excess energy, not on cultivating love, but on fornicating, orgying, adulterating of all their innocences to the point of insatiability with ***, into *******, and becoming vampiric, enjoying blood in their *******, cannibalistic even, of others, in *******, are, ultimately, those who burn WITH the devil, lucifer, and satan in the fires of revelations.
I believe (fear) this became of my soulmate(s).
That they desire. Because they did not believe that I am God's son, and lucifer is my sworn enemy. They worshipped, and may be due for the eternal fires...
