My Love

My wound is bleeding; for the seal of my spirit, unraveled. My
Love, a majestic sanctum, quilted in dreams. It’s unto fiction,
This brilliant light, the knot of my soul. And my love, a vivid
Phantom, disguised in essence. Thus my linchpin, as feeble as
Birth, longing for infinity. But I waft, adrift a storm, pleading
Mercy; for my love, a deafly koan, the web of my soul.
Wherefore passion, dearly enflamed, the chorus of Christ. Hear
The music, my brilliant muse, unto heartache and panic. For
Love, the width of stars, plaguing my dying soul. But amore, as
Rare as love, penetrating my psyche. Thus aflame, my burning
Loins, agog for mercy. And my love, lost in vision, afraid of
Dreams. Wherefore affection, a riddled mirage, my searing sore.
But I dare to vision, if only to ache, a raging storm. For life, a
Stippled mystery, longing for love.