my love’s serrated intent
a simple dance
and eyes weaving enchantments
though daily the song is more pensive
questions live low in vows
high in the cadence of moments
my love hears the spell of my song
is irritated by the deranged prattle of the muse
frustrated by my contentment she paces
assimilating late the massive quandary of my preoccupation
an anguished life is no way to live
my solitude is sacred to me
you pose my desire as a tireless love
what now seems immortal only postpones the changes
it’s only in this sundering seclusion that what we share
could infinitely endure
No comments:
Post a Comment