Prose I

Smile for me with those lips that I long to kiss in
its bright moist opulence of living wonder.
With you eyes that bring the trance of dark woods
and silver ember into my corpus that from your soul
a knife thrust into my heart bringing meaning to every inch of
my being, like solid fire burning darkly into the light.
Every inch of you I love, every moment of you I awe
Flawed to perfection that nothing else would matter, that just
to have your soul with my soul in this lifetime and in
next would reward the senselessness that is me.
I, dreaming of watching you, while you dream and wake by my
side in a still rose-watered morning, and see that perfect smile that
shatters my bones and pierces
my soul.
I love you so much that you are my obsession without reason and
my reason for obsession, that to you I have already shown the nakedness
of my soul, unguarded, weak broken-winged creature finding shelter in your spell,
without masks.
Without the many masks of everyday.
I love you Carol, with all my heart and soul.
That this to you, between us we understand
the wisdom of
the fifteen thrones... that
"LOVE has reasons that reason itself does not know."