Love if only I could love the stone core of your heart
Love you like the vine that splits and climbs a rock face
Love you like a sun orbiting the moon—what art
Tendril dripping over the craters could we I erase.
What flowers sand-speckled-neck then could I open
To the lusting wants and needs of these midnight stars
That reverberates into an ocean
Rejected; each from the other at opposite ends like polestars.
But even stone can possess life eternal
Touch me and do I not quiver like a willow...
Caught in the crosswinds of the meadow, you might say piffle!
But it's only truly your hearts last wrenching salvo..?
Kiss me my dear and seal it within a canyon of lava
For as molten metal bound are we not in the magma..?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love this work. Love the exquisite imagery of the first stanzas. (the spell checker missed the mutation of lava to larva- although humorous, detracts a trifle) Great piece!
Thanks for the comment, Neal, I’m a terrible speller and many of my poems need a good editing, I’ve edited a 10th of them this year & I hope to do more. :)