An Analogy for the Stages of Love
Listening to an endless recrudescence
As the foggy blue gives way to budding black
You, in-between the silence gasp.
Cold cradles a body, always on that one-side
Where arms of ephemeral warmth cannot sooth.
Wriggling and giving sway, laughing,
by means that devour the misery seen by way
of dying stars; yet such a majesty overcomes our bodies.
Planets collide atop dew iridescent.
The residue, mortal flame of two burning earths
Within that chaotic bed of nature, a celestial void;
That place where love’s head lies, after the miasma
of fusion, the addendum of sorrow and joy
After the photosphere kissed the vanishing path
and brought the corda to the mercy of radiant collapse.
Love must at sometime reside,guilty and broken.
All loves must languish in the final stage
Where the luminous cries its death rattle.
We must love, or die from starvation
Thoughts of avoidance invoke the illusion of choice
Hunger allows no choice, as the neutron star cannot
help but rage before it dies, before leaving remnants,
The acquiescence of ages, of corda; then
a memorial blues plays, from which no light escapes.