Love Divide

Walking by spell under moon Eternity laps and runs
and moves and pulls through misery and pain. 
Slipping, grasping
at those teeny-tiny tickles of fine crystal and silt-

And you- 
Are but a mere whisper, a subtle energy.
A breath only the senses know, a glow!
Behold-
Cherry wine on my lips of Lust and Love
I call my dove on the woodwind,
piercing burnt sky with its native tone.

I stood on the rocks with distance in sight
and your heart lay at my feet mystified,
glorified,
terrified of the fall- 
yet above screams the moon.

It feels the dream, ​as it were.

- J Circosta, Tiny Poet, 2011