Symbiotic Love

Grey charms jiggle up the rhythm of dying hearts. 

Hearts that coherence echoes of solitude,

longing and grief. 

An albatross flung over my torso. 

Thinking twice about forbidden treasure.

Love is mauve-grim spectrum brimmed with integrity and charismatic truth. 

Contentment is its great demeanour. 

Hope it's a pumping drill machine with 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 sneezing blob of exquisite pain for others. 

Humans chasing outer love is a sheer paradox of flesh and bone. 

However, 

ivy feelings are trashed in other flesh 

and emotions are dumped in hell.