For the Love of POETRY - INTRODUCING my poetic dimensions

Until today beloved,
we were all rust and distances
dust and decay
the best of our worst

If you only let me
unsharp your blade
if you let me trade
our inbred ghost
with which can never be lost

If we could only trust
to live on the precipice of death
unafraid
If i could touch
near the clay of our timelessness
as if everything we re made of
aches
to be mercifully glued

If you let me love you the way
the Sun loves
to swell at my breast
for every burning breath
if i can nourish you with food
that doesn’t turn your hunger
into abridged Selfhood

Stay
i shall lift my hips
and let our falseness rest
sedulously
beneath my faith
and you shall
slick back to my hole
like you came
and i’ll watch you inflame
It took so many disowned moons
to conceive such a mess
it takes a maverick Sun
to shelter a solemn ruin

In me, all of your entreating beliefs linger
earnestly seeking truth
Truth is a question
Beloved,
it’s not an answer.
Cleave unto my shell
Thirty four years now i have labored
to dispossess time from its measure
until now your hour
is married to hell
and my mind to its spell
i am none the wiser
yet i knew you before you had a mother
so vast
yet we fell

Tell me about
the injury of our sour descend
and i will look so intently at your tongue
until we loose all deformity
and revel in our mournful song
Mirror me beloved,
I mirror you
for i have known your struggle
in overcoming the senseless cruelty
of your last war
yet true freedom doesn’t care
doesn’t lack
doesn’t wait
it only soars
bending matter to its will
the whole world loosens
whilst anarchists arch their back
reversing every bow
redeeming every now

'The Maverick Sun'
@hodafadel