i am a man in love!
and oh what magnitude!
what vainglory!
what violence!
what brightness!
this love is a journey through
the harsh black sea.
still, reflected motes
of moribund starlight.
it is a chamber without air
and sharp grasses.
it is war and thunder!
it is two bodies,
entwined,
altogether ruined
by sweetness.
and so kiss by kiss
i seek infinity.
to cloak you
in that same night sky.
your kingdom
in all of it's rivers
and tiny villages.
streams that sing
of narrow valleys
and blood colored carnation.
my love!
we have found one another!
you found me thirsty,
having drank the wine
and honeyed milks
and bitter spirits.
i found you wounded,
your world taking
small pieces
and giving nothing.
together we are healing and quenched.
your body
slick with sweat
wedged into mine
is finality.
these sinews and tendon
wrapped into mine, and
i cannot tell where i end
and you begin.
it is nights like this,
when you aren't here that
you emerge from the shadows
and swallow
everything.
like time,
or horizon
or infinite
or the sea.
everything.
everything.
and, on our ship
made of flowers
we are mad
and drunk
and i am a man in love.
Nov 4, 2019
Nov 4, 2019 at 1:28 AM UTC
i am a man in love!
and oh what magnitude!
what vainglory!
what violence!
what brightness!
this love is a journey through
the harsh black sea.
still, reflected motes
of moribund starlight.
it is a chamber without air
and sharp grasses.
it is war and thunder!
it is two bodies,
entwined,
altogether ruined
by sweetness.
and so kiss by kiss
i seek infinity.
to cloak you
in that same night sky.
your kingdom
in all of it's rivers
and tiny villages.
streams that sing
of narrow valleys
and blood colored carnation.
my love!
we have found one another!
you found me thirsty,
having drank the wine
and honeyed milks
and bitter spirits.
i found you wounded,
your world taking
small pieces
and giving nothing.
together we are healing and quenched.
your body
slick with sweat
wedged into mine
is finality.
these sinews and tendon
wrapped into mine, and
i cannot tell where i end
and you begin.
it is nights like this,
when you aren't here that
you emerge from the shadows
and swallow
everything.
like time,
or horizon
or infinite
or the sea.
everything.
everything.
and, on our ship
made of flowers
we are mad
and drunk
and i am a man in love.
