Why can I not
Wrap myself in the rope that engirdles you?
You are defined by the night,
As I am defined by you.
Each love seems to float
For varied persons
Towards Heaven,
As it is where failings go.
So the blood did boil?
And, did it overflow?
Did your pain raise to the skies?
We both wield lies
As old as the sinner’s goodbye.
I seem to see some wine for the taste,
As its bitterness only goes to your lips.
Love is defined
As a heart divided to belong
To different halves.
Poem – “Holding Heaven in Stones” – Romance – 4/24/2020
