Collateral

I have conceptualized immaterial foci:
renouncing the world's dagger of caveats
to a delinquent kiss on your liquored lips;
this vain memorial begging to be resolved
as chocolate requires tempering. First,
you must melt under recalled adversities,
immortalise your distress and dissolve in your ego.
Then, your paramount, ascetic romance constructs
a telegraphed vow, an inescapable oath,
a resolute pyramid to gallantry.

Might your sweetness be paired with my wine,
transfigured into a taste of love's liberation
and subject to relics of anterior lifetimes,
we would besmirch anchored men in favour
of tempestuous seas and leviathans' storms.
My saccharine knight, no providence can contain us,
nor deprive our vision of this rekindled anomaly--
two parallel blades colliding in realised allure
and the heavenly marks we don as tokens of our affair.

Aug. 05, 2023