“Fortunate” (Inspired by Maxwell)

I die to love you; and I die to prove you. The skies are so blue,

A turquoise beige. Have I lost sight, my love? Its pain, my

Heart, a future, purple green; and so bittersweet, our reflection.

Touch a cloud, my heart; and drown a soul; for russet

Passion, a burgundy brown; and solemn love, a christic red.

Ensoul a song, my claret ache. Indeed, fuse the mystery—

Enchant the loins. And such symphony, my entire soul. May

I venture love—my heart of bondage? I was so blessed, to

Court a vision. Every letter, my sheer amore; and every

Thought, illumination. I was so young, flaming purple. It’s

The belly, my sore; and we sex—a fallin’ sun. My chapel

Love, I do. And so prophetic our tantrum. I die to love you;

And I die to prove you. The earth is so teal, a greenish glory.

Have I lost sight, my love?