let not our love expire

let not our love expire
as matches do aspire
toward wings of fire,
blowing blowing

into incandescence, the sheer light
glitters into mirrors,
shivers of sight, faces, marked for
destiny:

our inner lights glow,
the miraculous flow, our public faces
prepared for battle,
the dark rattle
of curious snakes.

let not our love conspire
to destroy us both,
for betrothed,
we be like stolen glances,
the most cherished dances
in which,
we fall into trances.

lonely souls out to stake
our shares or our take,
we drift into melancholy
and infinite sorrow:

let not our souls
eat like sows
the very vestibules
of our true
selves,

like clearest waters,
the soul shudders...