Guest Poster Emmy Lynn

Guest Poster Emmy Lynn

Guest Poster Emmy Lynn

I don’t love you as if you were a rose of salt, topaz,
or arrow of carnations that propagate fire:
I love you as one loves certain obscure things,
secretly, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that doesn’t bloom but carries
the light of those flowers, hidden, within itself,
and thanks to your love the tight aroma that arose
from the earth lives dimly in my body.

Let us know no bounds between our love in this world and the next. Promise me that. Promise three times.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where,
I love you directly without problems or pride:
I love you like this because I don’t know any other way to love,
except in this form in which I am not nor are you,
so close that your hand upon my chest is mine,
so close that your eyes close with my dreams.

For fanaticism is the only form of willpower that even the weak and insecure can be brought to attain.

If mankind can create language and not just one, surely that kind of cognitive power could create an eternity, an infinite opportunity of redemption and euphoria. It might just be a split second but it could mean an eternity to you.

Just as every cop is a criminal
And all the sinners saints
As heads is tails
Just call me Lucifer
‘Cause I’m in need of some restraint

So if you meet me
Have some courtesy
Have some sympathy, and some taste
Use all your well-learned politeness
Or I’ll lay your soul to waste, mm yeah