Phantom Love

I chant to love, my lotus pulse, my privy scar, my languid 
Ghost. For vatic  sight, a vivid cry, the vex of Christ, a wailing
Sky. And phantom love, a spirit flame, a zenic  vox,  a psyche
Slain. My tear amore, a future torn, a torrent flight, a blister
Born. For sacred death, a daily kiss, a dance aflame, a
Phantom wish. And diamond blood, the trope  of pain, a razor
Rope, a biblic pang. But wilted prayer, a welted light, a
Weathered love, a phantom bright.

I chant to love, my lotus pulse, my privy scar, my languid
Ghost. For psychic flood, a parted sea, a vision plain, an ocean
Tree. And phantom love, a heart of flame, the verse of love,
A phantom pain. My meadow mare, aflare the soul, embrace the
Light, and mine for gold. For wilted prayer, a welted sight, a
Weathered love, a phantom bright.