Relight the Wick

Let us die, one more ‘gain—my love; and let us live, one
More life—my love; for love is fluid—such fluid love;
And we die apples; and breathe plums; and so much panic—
A wrest of wars—a wake of pangs. I die your voice; and

Thump such hearts; and left is right, and right is left; and
Such to clave—a violent love; and such to die—a vicious
Love; and such the beaut—a necklace fair; and such the
Brooch—a diamond wing; and sing a dream—the face of

Flame; and sing a scream—a passion game. A fire wails—
A flicker blue; and love is orange—the arms of two; and
Hence the cry—a fear to tear; and hence the love—the
Wildest deer. And let us die—for love to give; and sense a
Smile—a child to live; and fig to heart—the waltz of rain:
A nest of chicks: the wicks of flame.