“Gazes Are Nebulae”

“Please.

Is not love equally fair?

Does it not take captive the Soul and urge onward thy Mind?

With tongue its gazes are nebulae,

Thy aperture is thee aurora south swirling north of thine domes,

Heart is a Sidewinder, Alexandria, racing meet over fallow sands.

Cup is cameled dirt, gnatted clean,

Dogged muck, faith-fulled bread.”

“Gazes Are Nebulae” – poem by Matt The Unfathomable Artist, copyright ©16th March 2020

Image copyright Matt The Unfathomable Artist, March 2020.