Eros

Love that will last forever?

That fabled love of words that we all share.

I could not tell you if it is real...

We need find love to be...what must love be?

You see me so carefully.

Two statues, we, in eternity.

I am making this concept of Eros sound cold.

Our centuries together alone.

Sowing and reaping, gathering and planting.

To be blunt about this physically intimacy called lust.

Eros is not always love.

The lustful garden rake, to glance, to murmur

Like streams rambling for disquiet

We shared a moment of the beyond.

Our minds back away from the unknown

A heartless human to walks through darkness

We are saved by words and peasants again.

We are saved from our darkness by our loving side

Oh, to forget you forever like a song of gloom

Or a tepid pseudonym to cast into the pit

Your eyes flimsily glance at the clock

It is time to do the dance of death again.

Our love is like an explosion of plutonium

A fool lets life give all the momentum

We cry at the fire, we mourn for ourselves

We realize that we are passing fantasies in the cosmic scheme.

I smile at you with replacement teeth, like a crone

As you wearily struggle to block my kisses with your mouth

Twisting bamboo sheets ripple in agony.