Ghazal: for you

Ghazal: for you

I'd pick heaven's grapes from the vine for you.

Pinch of hope and I'd make Eden's wine for you.

What do you think? on the cheek, on the lips?

I'd practice the kiss most divine for you.

I'd Swim across seas 'til the last Angel Falls

Where I'd drown whining puppies and mine, for you.

With flames in my throat, and a blaze from my wings,

I'd burn down a forest of pine for you.

I'd nail my glum self to a crowned crucafix,

And I'd die more than ninety nine times for you.