Love is Inferno

by ddavidd   Nov 30, 2017


Love brings all edges
of the wound together
and sew through them with pang.

How sore the stitches are
pains pail in compare
to the punctures of separation,
when it mines
through your bones.

Love brings all the brims
of our tattered flesh
together:
all the virtuous whims,
all the hidden burns
in the whirls of venom in your veins,
in the twirls of vines
for the zeal and zymosis of shines,
in the chambers of pure hearts,
in the wells of translucent deeds,
in the barrels of
effervescent wines!

Love unites them
like fire that unites
all the combustibles.

love is inferno:
Those who can't burn
remain.

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