Love's limbs voluptuous & diversionary
The body a wedge issue
Wet cell & tissue:
No one writes a love poem anymore
"Straight from the heart" an oxymoron:
An iris open, a-flop, lavender, barely a-shake in the breeze
Love's toll to emptiness, a prickled measure
Sheer leisure slowly or, sometimes, profoundly, even rapidly, sprung:
One could go on like this, not get anywhere; the virtue of volumes
Victory over circumstance, a poem but, no joke, an open
Well, you do have to turn the handle and, normally, push
To make it this, a fully open that's not - note the clarity - a door:
Feast on it, love, as you will, yes, then, sweetly, fully, infinitely
Adore.
Stephen Vincent
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