The Lovers Lost
With each lover lost
Walks a piece of my soul
So publicly private
I'm a cliche of unique
Cultivated common grounds
On which I stood some shelter
So rotten with luck
I can't tell if I'm malignant
Blossomed petals of balance
And sunshaded
With time to consider time
And yoga as I write
Footing hardened
By entwining energies
So alive I could die
So free I would fight
Momentum wanting our legs
To explore
Solitary beauty
Does not, one shine?
The body we eat
For the body we grow
I'm so lost in love
Inside this heart of mine
With our outstretched arms
Grasping more life
When, at last
I've returned home
Giving substance
For sugary slumbers
To lay beneath
The trees' sweet silhouettes
Crafting the existence
Of our reverence
Engulfed by life
Taken with force
Standing over me
As a shadow of possibility
To truly trust
In surrender
Becoming the person I'd be
Had our love sired
Is incomparable
This code of infinity
Hearty and robust
Tall with direction
I lick my wounds
Smile as I scoff at my nerve
What elegance in his moves
The years of love
What breadth is this?
A righteous game?
O, how he gravitates
To admiring eyes
I'm playing for life
With mysterious fame
How welcome his touch
How boundless their trust
To conquer each day
Solidify my soul
In his shade
I'm shriveled and hollow
The only foundation
One may ever know
A weeping weed
In a forest of purpose
Her sheltering layers
How many do I house?
Eclipsed by lost loves
Whose hearts made me whole
When living symbiotic
The cruel irony of loneliness
In the sunshine of their love
I'd have flourished as he
Their lives, their loves
Depend on me
To propagate passion
Sow stargazing peace
Unconditionally
Offer my feast
But, nutrient deprived
I consume me to survive
With all that I am
Why let others die?
Because no one can neglect
Like those we love the most
Take what you need from me
It means everything now
Then why must our hearts
Hunger for the lost?
Love is perfect desperation
Perhaps the one perfect thing there is
