Loverfire

Loverfire

The sky of late, a great ivory slate,

is streaked with metals, ash and ghosts.

T’was a first date, t’was all in my gait,

the virus feasting upon its host.

I saw your blindheart burn absolute,

but at least I knew it then.

Your jokes fell flat with my loverheart,

still, my loverheart knows no men.

So, I’ll retreat into loversong

and I’ll revert to my loverways

of wasting all my loversongs

on wasting all my loverdays.

The sky, one day, will burn loverfire,

and I will wear every desire.

I dress the wounds of lovelessness,

burn on, loverfire, of endlessness.

My loverspeak is ever-fluid,

my lovermind so reassured.

The loverspeak spits love and swells,

my lovermind’s on loverspells.