DEAD LOVE

She!
Played the harp of my dance steps
Played the drums upon my chest
Then my heart took his legs
Upon the dancefloor to see what
He can make out of this melody
Jazz, rhythmicity in the softness
As ears prowl to listen, to savor
One leg down, one up, one
Two and three he would jump
Like a child.

She!
Had her maiden bath in the stream of love
Poured the waters of butterflies upon her flesh
On her great skin, the lotion of sweetness
My eyes dared its legs not to see and talk
Her curving nature like orbit and galaxy
In my years, I haven't seen an angel until
I lurked in the depths of a haven and here
You lie upon your back, the one to hold my child

She!
Now rests, her sleeping no prince can wake
A kiss to life, it is still and still
Time has soon gone and its moon already
Where the skies open to collect her creature
And as you lie upon your womb
Where my child would have lived.
I will find you and bring your name to life's sentence
Until you live to know how much I have loved
You, my dear, my only language of love.

She . . . .