IF as love-rose by love eating pure air here
that without our soul that our mind checked in
snow and frost bent everywhere your beauty
entombed by sanctuary is the truest love
unless unblessed by a mother — are you this one
not if i remember the imagine of thee by my beautiful legacy
though errant eyes confound the human mind.
Captive. I have captured
my false society ~~ instead seeking
roses of tranquility and searching
for a woman who has died many souls.
How not as bastards she chose
to dress her beauty new and this poet
who speaks to me.
Then love is a Rose.
:: 02.18.2023 ::