To be her Lover
you must rediscover
in her laughter
in every root of here every tooth
the white milky way
of the truth.
You must learn to adore her,
glow in her
to your core
like the excavation of oxygen,
in your
every single
pore,
you must learn to love her
like no one ever
has before,
you must learn to abhor
anything untruthful from here to there
from this very moment
to evermore,
you’ must learn to worship
the ashes of her beauty,
even after
her beauty is no more,
you must soar the rainbow of her laughter
You must die in her every tear,
pouring
the river of eve after
when she is sad,
you must learn to worship the ashes of her beauty,
more than the beauty,
she has ever had,
more brimful of lilies
nomad
in a stretch of her lily pads,
a whiff of her scent
more divine than
the wine in the holy grail
in the hands
of Galahad.
like dying birthing in her beauty,
is your daily chore,
is
your undying duty
the beauty
that is pouring in and out
wavering
on the hinge of every door,
to the breeze of fragrant garden
your lungs are longing for
like the lilies
that bloom
to open the door of the everlasting splendour.
