The Lover's Paragon

As lovers change and rearrange

like cards tossed into a pile to be saved

I'd stare into lenses and compunctiously

wave as love once lingered but slipped away

 

When conversations unfurl the cover of

destinations

and when nameless faces come across

the pages and the brittle gloss breaks

away

they'll say unconsciously: I've never felt

remorse this way

 

For she could make a layman a lover

who'd cash in his passion for a moment's

delay

 

She'd make the populace linguists and

mimes

so when their voices gave way

from uttering I love you in countless rhymes

their bodies could say it 6.7 billion times

 

But in light of my sight

an amalgamation of information

juxtaposed to perfection...

suppose I dream without intention?

 

I shall write her name on my arm so my

pulse

can always kiss her one last time after my

soul is gone

Reviews

[Fire&Ice]

Wow. This piece is insanely deep. The language you chose to use, made it all the more worthwhile. My favorite part was the last stanza.. It's simply a beautiful idea.