séo lov(i)en

on her way to infinitude
her pause....a peek through doors
of open possibility
an interest drawn
but not due to any desire of her own

she's on her way to eternity....sorry

i shall make the nest
loosen the tongue
smooth the brow furrowed in self-anima
they always unfurl when fertile soil
lain near enough for thought is nigh

she sighs....on her way to continuum

did i give you that someone?
that thorough adoration
oh, you so craved
like a rusty intuition?

did i make you realize
she could give you that more
a succor, a sacrament
a god's pact forlorn?

i hope she enjoys....
the myriad 'she'
who lusts and cajoles
a hearth, home....posterity
the bed and sea of fauna's breeze
through ever waining prompt refrain....

i make it ripe
this yearning flush
i make it smooth
this query planed merge
i make it facile
askance and reply

a newborn inamarata
hankered and unplanned
reborn of another's womb
one faded to amenity

no flash no fire
nor umpire required
a worn and extrinsic ghost
reminding one of....she

who left on her way
to imperishability