this chasm is our grape field
where wrath has gone to wine
and snarls have been smoothed
the aching gale of every life is fleeting
Love puts her foot down
and
for all this cantankerous pounding
your stamp is on my heart
each cask like a swollen lung emptied
of her habits
tears like birthmarks
begin to Fade
in your altercating affection
I thrive
and all those past infatuations
become thresholds
to more love
like a cylinder being honed
for more madness
the madness of complete love
the asylum of the single stem
and the tread on path, which has already been worn into a temple floor
Oh mystery and madness
the contemplative tradition
has a dance with these jesters
and the sun never sets
to declare a champion
but oh, your beauty
is a trap
and once entered
all illusion is eroded
Love
Your Beloved
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