MORNING LIGHT COMES TOO SOON

WHEN the tongue is dry, the heart
is love still popular or suggestion
or merely an obsolete art?
if you forget to forgive me
\i shall continue
to walk these wet cobble stones
sometimes (if love embarrasses you)
murder is more right than falling
into love ~~ i dream of a day one
of gay light and stray winds
when i no longer feel the stranger
and danger wasting the memories of
loving and giving and taking
:: i won’t believe love has lost its
glamor is passion really passe’
and love just a term in glamor?
All of my favorably conditions
how could my love ignore me?
And gender is just a term in glamor
and you see here before you a lover
with a mission — to discover the
most diplomatic position to light
that ignition!

:: 12122015 ::