What of you
Do they need to despise
Of your holiness?
Are we doomed to run
Like some being of land, who is not at sea,
Doomed to sail, for eternity?
Love would have awoken the Kingdom,
Destined to be planted
Like everything else did not matter
To us.
Like dust in my hands,
Like the land in the calls of trumpets,
Like the war upon my mind,
Stampeding troops
Seem to be heading
Towards the grave,
To see you
And the bouquet you carry
In arms made of rope.
Are we doomed
To see you, in what everyone hates
Of love’s short breath
That carries across the land’s waking body?
What do they have to hate
Of you,
In the storm of irises I see
From you?
Two twin suns
Offered a birthplace
Above your nose,
And beneath your brow.
Give what they hate
To me,
So that I might
Bury myself in them,
And adopt the throne of love.
Poem – “What do they have to Hate?” – Romance – 4/2/2020
