love is danger
i am thrice cursed as i breathe
to know, to feel, to speak
yet armed with the name of my warmth
through darkest distance
eons of patience
and God, more diligent than time itself
shows shadows of what is to be
this unbeliever
to delve into such deepness
that mystery sings
how hard to believe the surest things
while the flimsy world unravels
to know the future’s business
as i step forward
slaked of night’s ink
to be alone when i awake, now
to know, to feel, to speak
i am thrice cursed as i breathe
love is danger