The consequence of love.

Free-Verse.

THE CONSEQUENCE OF LOVE.

This consequence of love
This artful industry
Which lifts us to the heavens
Does love not make clouds which bruise the sky
In their coming together
To give illusions of yellowing purple
Of such intimate passion that the sky drips rain
In proof of such consequence

This consequence of love which sheds tears
As we develop and evolve then darken
So our sky becomes an imaginative thundercloud
Which squalls an emotive juice
To light up any night, above a Sun’s brilliance

Ah, this consequence, this reaction to love
This soft puff of billowing
Which gives a sense of float in a drift
To upper paradise
And so is the fabric lost
As we become clouds and sheeted in blue silk
So that we love…
And so we face the consequences of that love