It's hard to
understand Dante,
but oh so easy to
fall in love with
his madness.

To be so flush
with the gift and
die penniless and
misunderstood is
a comedy that can
only be lived and
not fabricated.

His Inferno was
cold and lonely
and I feel a
kinship with
the cold and the man.

His prince was a
blubbering fool whose
only sin was
his betrayal
to his king.

And I've shed blood
for senseless reasons
and always remained
loyal to the
ways

Who shall cast
judgment upon
my loyalty,
is it the pain
in my gut that will
portray my
penance.

The Serpents gave
us our religions,
for every swarm needs
its own Queen.

Dante died alone
in banishment,
Nietzsche wrote
the Anti-Christ
and I've fallen hard
for them
both.

As a witness to the world,
I fear our days are few,
I try to live each moment to its fullest
However my mind goes askew.

There's a force, yes!
That's keeping me alive,
A vision, a moment,
I'm striving for, every time.

I see it, yes I do!
Your there in my arms.
We're running, we're dancing,
It's love by far  -

Yet again, I imagine every test,
Every run, every show, and
Every milestone,
Will all bring me closer to you.

Should I live every moment,
Or speed up time?
I don't know what to do?

All I know is,
I just want to be with you.

He shyly looks at her.

Everything seemed to quieten to this lovely silence;
a stillness which is pierced by
his
own
steady and sure heartbeat.

By the way her nose twitches slightly and her red lips flutters a little,
she is just about to sneeze.

Ha. Adorable lady.

Bless you?

Bless those eyes that inexplicably managed to see through the
gossamer veils of good and the bad and
above all,
me.

Bless those crimson -No, it is actually a meld of strawberry and raspberry stains. But I won't tell her that just yet.- cheeks.

Bless that lovely soul that you have, the kind that lights up your eyes and peek-a-boos in your smile.

Sweet-heart, you could never be scary anyway.

& And &
bless that smile which can flicker one on my lips.

She sneezes, blissfully oblivious to all these little words that flit around her.

"Bless you, sweets."
He whispers, like
he
always,
always
does.