Jun 042015
 
 
What came my way, windily dying,
A pleasant face swayed over giving knees
Obedient hands adamant to please
A mouth singing arias in crimson ohs
Eyes that shined crying robin's-egg blue,
I laved with love without trying.

What came my way, dying of stardust,
A squinting face mad for abstractions
Bent intent to beakers of boiling equations
Hurried hands exact as smacking rulers
Lips that kissed over grimacing molars,
I loved with true love as a lover must.

What came my way, dying of windfall,
The veins of her face as heavy as rope,
Pained, drained of all but a cadaver's hope
Piecemeal to assemble the true resurrection 
To wake to eternity in a diamond mansion,
I gave rivers of prayers and love's waterfall.

What came my way once so windily
I loved once, and once loved sinfully;
What came my way once so dustily
I loved once, and once loved lustfully;
What came my way once only, dying, dying--
I loved, and love still.  I love without trying.

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