I’d dilute the love I hold for you, if spoken verbally.
For what beats within so sacred—words destroy eternity.
Taunting lover! How you turn me this way and that.
Not meeting my gaze, constant pursuance on His mat.
Look once—let me drink the blackness of your iris.
Look once I plead, you’ve stirred in me a crisis.
Oh, how much I loath and despise the physical.
And yet without the material, we would rise helical.
Intertwined in space; existing for each other.
Both of us love, neither of us lover.