Since Feelings Lead The Way

Since feeling leads the way
Since the heart strikes first,
Who would bother with the bones of language?

The cold framework of thought
Will never touch the flesh of your lips;
To be the fool, yes, the fool,

While Spring’s fever grips the streets,
My blood nods in agreement,
And kisses, they’re the truth we hunger for,

Not the dry crumbs of wisdom.
Woman, I swear by the wild flowers of the desert, do not weep;
For the grandest gesture of my mind

Is nothing but dust against the flutter of your eyes,
Which tells me—no, insists—we belong to each other:
So laugh, let the world spin away,

For life is not a sentence,

And death, I think, is no closing bracket.

:: 08.30.2024 ::