Valentine’s Eve

Sorry, I could not
kiss you today
I’d conjured
a heavenly smack,
leisurely gentle,
between delightfully
ticklish, and
savagely orgasmic

A feeling of repose,
which passes you by
without scarring;
rose -scented
exhilaration of life
in fairy realm.
Why I didn’t, you say?

As I lay enmeshed in
relentless skirmish of
forever and now
the emptiness of moment
welled up my eyes.

Even perfect love
ebbs and flows
hour to hour;
is the most lonesome
oscillating emotion
that pitches the moon
freezes the sky.

For once my darling,
I’d struggle against
masculine indifference
suffer defeat
hide rainbow heart
conceal bruised lips.

Tomorrow we’ll overcome
incalculable worries
turn fluid in
pure rapture of being
rupture in
poetic coarseness
speak the language of
nightingales and ravens.

Could we ever make do with
anything less than excess?

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