Ode on Foolishness

My mouth burns with a senseless outpouring

rational banished, love is a race.

Many resist the opiate of adoring

that heightens senses and dizzies headspace.

Curse any love that is bitterly complacent:

nursed over time and brewed to perfection,

built to survive time’s cruel inflictions.

We don’t know how to be patient.

Spring turns to summer with shy affection –

I am ill equipped for such jurisdictions

The sand in the hourglass does not question

what comes after the time has run out.

The future is now, why wait for discretion?

For social cues and traditions, we’ll flout.

Let’s fall in love before day turns to night –

Cupid’s aim struck both with one arrow.

Bleeding and stumbling, that’s how fools walk.

Two sets of eyes share clouded sight,

don’t limit us to the bound and narrow.

On this journey we won’t listen to doubt talk

But for the first time, I can’t ignore the hum

of the crocodile’s hearty countdown.

Stones sink in stomachs and to the waves I’ll succumb.

Disregard love – it’s a noble death to drown.

Not peaceful, it’s relentless and gruelling

two lovers suspended, struck by convention

and from the outside this was an obvious fate.

Time versus love – the final duelling

we are the bloodied victims of such contention

flight over fight remains innate

And in the same way that we were cosmically drawn

the artist now slashes our canvas with white,

our love effervesced through shades of sunset, not dawn:

the closing of day, the dimming of light.

I am a fool - I’ll spend my last breath on you.

And if this love was just an exhale through the abyss

then I will find you in my next lifetime,

welcome the seasick of déjà vu.

Maybe then time will be infinite, nothing amiss -

finally, two fools floating amongst the divine.