A Woman’s Love

As if eternal, we loved the phantom river. We died, pitted in
Love. Such glorious affliction. The mirror told lies. But
Such passion, a sailing sea. Awake the possibility. Ache the
Ruing love. And I panic, alive—the fire waves. I spoke of
Demons, my love, such glorious sin. Our love, a dying
Furnace. So much to touch pain; and so much to rue love.
Agitate the ghosts: come to my shadow: creep my mind.
Abed, I perish the void. Something so addictive, a woman’s
Love; and something so electric, a woman’s love. How did
We perish this love? So marvelous, our first passion. And
There the death, a puddle of strep throat, for lungs have cried
Death. Such sickness: my heaven wooing schism. Aid my
Faintest vision, the rawest love. Veto affliction. For something
So deathless, a breathless death.