Please Forgive

What to live, my heart; and how to give my soul; and so much—
I plead forgive; for I die pain; and cry Blood. Wipe your eyes,
Love: the sun has smiled; and feel the moon, peeking earth.
I fall your soul; and rise your thought; and such is love; and

Such is band; for soul to touch, a lively wish; and kiss to neck,
A fallen dream. We vibe such pearls; and cry such wind; and
Please forgive; for I die the night; and rise the clay; and mold a
Dream; and fold a prayer; and what’s the feel?—I call it love;

And pear to lips—a magic flare; and knife to grape—a bowl of
Skin; and torn alive—the sky of volts; and never could—a well
Of love. What to give—a sea of waves; and please forgive—
A need to fly; and please ascend; and never die; for life to heart;
And heart to life: a pail of tears: the wings of strife; and stick to
Drum: and drum to soul: a Northern queen: an omic scroll.