Romantic Upheaval

And the earth shakes,

Pressures from above press down,

Squeezing my soul,

Between heaven,

And the sphere that holds me,

As stars explode overhead like,

Burst capillaries,

Making spider veins of the,

Milky ways in my head,

Through peered eyes,

I recognize the writing,

Like sensual calligraphy,

Curling, stretching, calling,

To abut untouched ends,

Countless scrolls full,

Messages meant for only you,

From a sainted prisoner,

Chambered, fathoms deep,

Buried in the best of me,

The only part of me worthy,

Of these utterings,

This pining song that won’t cease,

But feelings painfully familiar,

Avail words unknown to me,

Played upon my larynx,

Escaping,

Worlds worth of boxed feelings,

Climbing upward in pitches,

Too high for my collection,

Lows that forbid any other,

Ears than yours to feel,

As love songs without end,

Free themselves,

To dance in this made up,

Milieu of beautiful meanings,

Cyphers that bend,

Into things,

That contort to be sorted,

By you and only you,

Because I speak in tongues,

That resonate at a frequency,

That only you can register,

And the tomes buried in,

These missives that I paint,

Escape the numbness of the stoic

Hearts of this age,

As adroitly as the foolishness,

That outwits,

Sage advice of lovers treading slowly,

And wise counsel against intrepid passage,

Floating until falling,

Flatly upon,

Ears tuned to hear,

But your seductive tones,

Your ways and their effect upon my deeds,

Perplexing the sways of Calliope,

The strength of stallions stretched,

To the edges of widened sight,

Commonly yoked,

Pulling sentiment adorn prose,

Jealously kept within me,

Sequestered in chastened vaults,

Guarded by tens of legions,

Of bent promises,

And broken dreams,

Competently, with the might of prayer,

 From within me,

And I am stripped,

Emptied and freed,

Panting, but calmer for these,

Syllabic purges that render me,

Transparent and drained,

Of all but the desire,

To remain,

Forever felt by you.