---(for Chaled Res' painting of the word LOVE, April 9)
Flame-tongues of passion lick the monumental utterance of love...
streamers unfurl from the furnace mouth.of this moment's color...
strokes inscribe the flux that issues from their natal well...
wrapping, darting, stroking, avowing, ..
all ways of tasting and touching offer proof...
a color's path of becoming defines a world...
hints of yellow nostalgia cling to a parallel realm...
only in a white haven are color paths superimposed...
white beams piercing the flames are a reminder...
somewhere other colors also enwrap and penetrate love...
somewhere other colors are warmed by love's secret fire.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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