I Thought of Something to Say

It’s an honor to lose my heart; and such, my life. You dance
With such grace, a cultured star. I cry to love such a woman.
But disdain, fractures glass; and contempt, ruptures soul.
How to swim, the deepest blue; and how to drown, a purple
Sea. But still, I gaze beauty, so dissolute. Thus the death—
For love—so blurry; and thus the ache, for life—so cruel.
We perish freely, my brilliant muse; and hurt to pain, a
World to crumble. But bidden heart, a flower fair; and Asian
Light, a lotus flare. Infuse the word, a flicker wave; and court
The soul, a woman brave. Indeed a falcon, scouts the land—
My mind to pant, the quickest sand. But knavish queen, a
Burning sore, a need to quest, and dig for more. My lightenin’
Foe, averse to game, a diamond grey, affirm the flame. And
Never could, the darkest love, a fallen tear, a mystic drug.