Love In The Stead Of Time Poem by Benjamin Chiu Uy

Love In The Stead Of Time

As love did exits or die here,
We were both strangers at its frontier.

We came misinterpreting the words for the feelings,
The crass of their nature for the finer ideology.

The fine tunned deshabilles for the truth,
That neither the core nor the incantations,

Could hold back the waves from its
torrents, insensate frisking for these subtle fires,

The bones of these times ached for accomodations,
Sacriledge bestowal to a diety to the damp madness.

With shouts as far as to the Gods to return a favor for the lesser animals,
For a manual stitch to its definning moments,
Mosaic completion of a masterpiece,
A world of shallow innuendoes and the ultimate light,

The artwork of our cells, created in these stead of our time in space.