A Madrigal

My love, a smoldering gorge—firebrand beneath the soul.
Such is a riot without the spirit. How shall I outsoar the
Anguish?—for my love, a winsome nightmare. But I pant,
Athirst for love. I fall, afloat the clouds. This life, my panic,
My heart. Thus sound the trumpet. For love is alive, to
Move the earth. It’s a melodic love—a spirit-lock. It’s a
Tinge of angst—a mental explosion. My love, leap and
Glide. Embrace majesty. For gravid is this flaming love.

My love, an angelic force—the zeal of my soul. I long for
Such nectar. I vanish and reappear for such love. Thus burn
My flaming soul, for love is the ache of my psyche. My
Love, flit into my arms. Hypnotize my gaze. I’m unborn,
Longing for freedom. I’m dying, longing for love. Thus seal
The wound. Smelt the thorn. And siphon the poison.