You’ve conspired to pare me as seigneur of your heart
A complement to an exalt I cannot bear to lose

I hear it in the dusky song of your cerulean eyes
The discursive emergence of a Life Genuine to the

Full overbrim of an incarnadine love so
Smoldering, so embraced by your sojourner arms,

A blistering wrap of our souls becomes heated desire
Beyond surfeit to consummate creation of perfection –

There can be no poverty of consequence between us
No deprivation can exceed our baleful hearts while

We find the fire of discovery within our pyretic
Amory, a yearning lust simply to ingratiate our past.

We are one now.  Completion.
Perfection.
 
 
© K. James Ribble