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.
© K. James Ribble