don't blame the lemmings

V1

once ring and flame do i thee wed--
a solemn oath, a vowing, read.
sanctified by holy creed
though thin as air is something said.

our garden blooms, despite the weed
that creeps beneath the choking seed
wand'ring tendrils strangle air
confusing further wants and needs.

the world with whom i have to share
now trapped within a thorny snare
no one knows how i'm deprived
of likewise love, respect, and care.

it takes too much to just survive
i strip my shame and feel alive.
off the cliff he made, i dive
off the cliff he made, i dive.

until the universe can fit inside my heart

V
for Federico Garcia Lorca

Keeping up in moon-lit effervescence,
champagne gliding up my body splendor,
our love making bioluminescence;
every word is poetry of candor.
Floating flesh sky-blue, surrealist render!
Tangled limbs will drown a lovers quarrel
wrestle from the depths a lavish spender
kissing neck (with teeth) ask looser morals--
Strip to flesh! Enjoy my body floral!
Thump my chest to hear my true resonance:
counterpoint beneath our stars was choral,
beneath my pen you took up residence.

We'll memorize our lives through canvased art
Until the Universe can fit inside my heart