Love sings it’s sour tastes memories
sonnets that dull in anticipation
declarations of the unturned stones
heavy as iced iron, unresolved and uncut

I wish I could love a soul so justly
hold it as a tendered render...unconditioned
like I connect to the nature untold
like I connect to the roaring rivers
making love to the mighty wonders
dallying on the Savannah grasses
embraced by the silky paths of green

I wish I could trust a soul so justly
hold the unknown without reservations
like I let go from cliff to cliff on a zip line
like I deter gravity from scouring the scars
as I love the form of life,a passionate affair
and how the sun rises and densely falls
erupting the very essence within me

Love sings it’s sweeter tastes of present
sonnets that rouse in anticipation
declarations of the unturned stones
heaving to glorious appeased ramifications