Dearest DisasterI relish your calls to the earthquake.Dearest Disaster by IdeaEngineer
Wall – ceiling – bed – wall,
all oscillate like machinery.
Planes lurch planes as my tremor finds your beauty in this prismatic construct.
You advertise a kiss in this apartment of my seisms.
Your tongue and teeth befriend turbulence.
Nature has found you within my earthly force,
lying limp with lips pursed, brow furled,
pouting out loud while your bones shake at your will.
Downward you tug on the precarious ceiling.
Supports concede and your ribcage is loaded by my love.
I relish your need to be swallowed by my rubble—
kissed and kin with your vice of calamity—
loved by the heart of the storm that shakes you.
Fountain of YouthWe love and time slows down.Fountain of Youth by IdeaEngineer
What does it mean for us,
that the hours bow to our combination—
that we have the power to steal a six month year?
Time is a measure of events converted to memory or oblivion.
Our coupled souls tip the scales of these forces,
as more of life, too precious to forget, stacks on memory’s portion. Thus,
in retrospect, we’ve lived more.
By the density of our recollections, we met a summer ago.
These young but mortal minds now hoard time like the commodity our love has made it,
slowing down when minds connect, eyes connect,
lips connect, hips connect.
Stress which wanes us fades and our depth adds duration
We are the key and lock to the dials of our expirations,
releasing expiries for revisal with pendulations of our assembly.
Hearts skip as gears slip in our living clockwork.
Buying time, our hearts save our lives.
Demise of mortal life is postponed by love, bending the universe for love’s continuance.
ValentineThis is the hour for love,Valentine by IdeaEngineer
an occasion by way of your presence.
Monthly grids notify while ticking hands point,
but your index is the first digit, progressed from notification,
to interlocked unity with my own.
Near is the beautiful basis by which I lay claim to this day’s full potential.
Today is an occasion in sequence with a grid of days you bless,
so that this day is a holiday among holidays,
defined not by time, and only by you here with me,
our love allowed its reign.