Possessing Love -
Is love a punishment of possession...
Am I possessed by love's ancient appetite...
Does your heart beat at the mercy of a kiss...
My heart wakes to be washed
with the worship of diamond eye water...
Are you lost or found through love's labyrinth...
I have entered the rose rooted
ingress of love earnestly,
enchanted by violinic blood notes,
knowing intuitively that even through death
there is no egress,
only bittersweet sacrifice...
What may be this noble sacrifice...
It is not noble,
as rain dying on lava,
it is a sacrifice of necessity...
What is this natural necessity of love...
To obey the desire of destiny
as the theater of red obeys
the evolution of the rose bloom...
How are you responsible for this passion...
Only a fool believes that love is a tool,
or a choice,
I have not designed this love,
love chose Us,
because love knows the truth
of two hearts in orbit...
Is love glamorous or torturous...
Love is a beast of fortune,
a synthesis of temptation, trespass
and triumph...
What is the source of true love treasure...
Hearts prepared for divine purpose...
Is it your own will,
or the will of God
that you are rising in love
like heat in the naked cool night...
The will of God is only possible
through the will of honest hearts...
Are you in control of this awesome love...
This love would be a lie
if it were a choice,
true love is not about freedom,
it's about the truth of who we are,
and what we can be sublimely...
Have you submitted to love divine...
I have embraced the grace of my companion
together we give love life...
Do you serve love,
or does love serve you...
We are one, in love we are at once the pulsing,
writhing fire of the star
and also the atomic light
of the star that fragrances the Void
with rebellious heat
culminating in dripping ice that wets futurity...
Are you a love masochist...
I invite the pain of love,
as the lion accepts the scent
of Serengeti sweat,
I will pursue the wild pulse,
and pounce the running hooves
of frightened eyes,
I thrash doubt, claws dug in deep,
teeth piercing the hide
of a thunder timid heart,
this is what primal love demands...
Are you willling to be hunted...
I am willing to war for love power...
J.A.B.
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