My Life, An Illusionist Graph

~ and every day, new axes ~

Image on Pixabay by IvanTamas

Love’s little deaths

shed burnt flowers,

melted stars

rind and pulp

at my door

and I come alive

again and again.

Geometry

of up and down lines,

— a daily graph

I must live by —

cannot hide leopard

contours of love that

breathe on your face,

my life.

Every day new axes,

an illusionist graph.

You think I’m so easily duped?

I am splashes of sun

on timelike waters

I dance to heartbeats

passion naked,

again and again.

Catch me if you can.

In a lifetime

how can you love only once!

Tell me.

Love takes form leaving lovers formless.

Call it a state of utter grace.

Sometimes

open arms welcome