Poem – “Holding Heaven in Stones” – Romance – 4/24/2020

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.

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