Symbiotic Love
Grey charms jiggle up the rhythm of dying hearts. Hearts cohere the echoes of solitude, longing, and grief.
Albatross flung over my torso, to think twice about forbidden treasure.
Love is a violet spectrum brimmed with integrity and charismatic truth.
Contentment is its great demeanor. Hope it’s pumping drill machine trespassing pessimistic chords.
Love taught me the lesson of legendary altruism. Have you heard the river falling in love and drifting its soul to that somebody?
It cascades through cape-mouth valleys, elephant mountains, and trivial stones.
Love is a symbiotic compound submerging its existential creation. Creation to cremate, solidify, and liquidate for others.
An open bottle never boils, but its quest makes us feel thirsty. Thirsty of succulent fidelity, benevolence, and parity.
A torrent sneezle blob of exuisite pain for others. Humans chasing outer love is a sheer parady of flesh and bone.
However, Ivy’s feelings are trashed in other flesh, and emotions are flushed in hell.