Now lie back and release that sigh,
let this world we are tied to go.
May give a taste of vertigo,
tonight there’s a door in the sky.
Just open that portal up high,
look at the glitter and gold sparks!
Billowing a pair of trademarks,
see how close that shooting star is!
Dreams built on diamond tiaras
grin as imagination arcs.
Most hearts are marbled in the fat of prejudice.
Some much more than others.
Some have a heart that beats lean.
Like a white rose in the summer sheen.
Others have a heart of gristle.
Every beat leaving a stain.
Rebuffing all visions of love.
Every beat billowing a bolus of hate.
How to burn the calories off.
Just lob a heartfelt prayer to God.
Then watch the excesses slough.
I do not love you as if you were
A flow of pink petals billowing a fire;
I love you as I love certain things secretly
Within the shadows of my heart
I love you as a plant that does not bloom
But holds hidden inside itself: the light of all flowers,
And thanks to your love, living darkly in my body
Is every rich aroma that rises from the earth
I love you without knowing how, when or from where
I love you directly without problems or pride
I love you this way because I have no other way
Only this one, in which there is no you or I
So close that your hand upon my chest is mine
So close that when I yawn, it is your sleepy eyes that close
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