Valentines, Part Two: Not a love poem...

 

Her rainbow arch,

it fits perfectly

in the mouth of this volcano /

And I just hope, even in separation,

that she can

still feel my heat.

And should I

melt all her colours into one,

may it be a golden beam

of bending light.

Together, joined, one:

We find God.

And you are so fucken beautiful 

my dear

 

when you come.

And I just hope, even in separation,

that she can

still feel my heart.

Happy Valentine's Day, My Love!!

And hour by passing hour,

Can you still feel

this humming bird

deep inside your flower??

This is not a love poem,

 this is my manifesto:

I have written it

in fire, birdsong, 

goosebumps & braille

upon your lower back...

...You, and you alone,

truly set

this Water-Sign on fire!!

(c) Brent Harpur, 14th February, 2015.