Swirling in Absurdity of a Question
stranded on love's isle,
I cherish veils of blindness
twixt me and the world…
having abandoned
past loves as spent oxygen,
worthy once only…
counting yesterdays
as hollow preparation
for birth at your touch…
dreams reconfigured,
as you sway moon to blush hues
and author rainbows…
ideals chided still,
frozen in bedlam of bliss
and forever torn…
modesty exiled,
as it cannot dwell in air
steeped in thirst of you…
trust absolute,
for heartbeat awaits your will
and breath but your wink…
captured in rapture,
standing witness to sour doubt
whispered thoughtlessly…
while they yet echo,
words that peel wet from water,
"how deep is your love?"…
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