Trio Of Love Songs

(1)

Major faults in granite

mark a mortal lack,

yet individual planet

directs all zodiac.

Diagram of mountains

graphs a fever chart,

yet astronomic fountains

exit from the heart.

Tempo of strict ocean

metronomes the blood,

yet ordered lunar motion

proceeds from private flood.

Drama of each season

plots doom from above,

yet all angelic reason

moves to our minor love.

(2)

My love for you is more

athletic than a verb,

agile as a star

the tents of sun absorb.

Treading circus tightropes

of each syllable,

the brazen jackanapes

would fracture if he fell.

Acrobat of space,

the daring adjective

plunges for a phrase

describing arcs of love.

Nimble as a noun,

he catapults in air;

a planetary swoon

could climax his career,

but adroit conjunction

eloquently shall

link to his lyric action

a periodic goal.

(3)

If you dissect a bird

to diagram the tongue,

you'll cut the chord

articulating song.

If you flay a beast

to marvel at the mane,

you'll wreck the rest

from which the fur began.

If you assault a fish

to analyse the fin,

your hands will crush

the generating bone.

If you pluck out my heart

to find what makes it move,

you'll halt the clock

that syncopates our love.