Love brings every side of wounds together
and sew through them with pang.
How painful the stitches are
they are nothing in compare to the pain of separation
when a wound
deepens beyond the bones.
Love brings every side of wounds together:
ameliorates all the honest whims
all the hidden burns,
like
music that mends
the gash of silence,
like fire
that units all the comburent passions.
Inferno
is
the convergence of
every mode
unable to combust.