Coalescing into an ineffable infinity of serendipity evenings
of peculiarity and fiery. There have been times that I wanted
Weep, angered that I ever met you. A stone, yet I am patient
as I gaze into your eyes. Never understanding completely, your
mind not pliable.
Oh, this too, too, despoiled flesh the path to happiness, the
consummation of my brain. I think this thing called love is very tiring,
very, very, tiring as the tides of life flow onward.