A True Love
Will you be tracing the scars on the fair
Skin? (Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme…) Will
You rub limbs (herbals to cure)? Black curls, hair,
And strongness of nostrils—now you must spill
Like blood the therapies. Resurrection
Inside that cambric chest is what I need.
Spiced medicine to cure the infection
Called love requires mortality to bleed.
As tough as leather, tougher than his skin,
As tough as death, yet tougher, make potion
To penetrate him, cure too late the sin,
The sin of wildness, wild like death’s ocean.
..God struck with lightning bolt that broken pine,
….Shattered. He once was a true love of mine.