Blaze Me

To my reasons and emotions what thief of love The ribs has broken and cages of white dove Who in seclusions her wings toss to breasts And fan the fire to bring down frozen crests. Onto her cozy throb, the blaze of beloved Burns like low flame, desires and stances proud And from void, who is thus composing lyrics Unheard hitherto, echoed from what matrix. A sudden I do heard rush, but what melody! Thaw out the heart and on ride a few only But wits, isolating the frame from formality Bringing, but a little at fore the reality. O dove! Settle on my branch, inflame the bark Set fire, to lit my thousand leaves, my dark Dense and jealous thought, like a sinner wrought In the deepest hell, for heaven a life to start.