Adore, or indian summer love song

for KVR

this
wondrous
now, that dwells
here within this
rage of fermenting
fervor boiling over
ready to explode louder

than
a bomb,
once upon
a time for love
that feels me falling
into felicity’s

hands,
is like
listening
to visions of
indian summer
soothing the sweetest pain.

&
only
this wondrous
now can refine
how love is too weak
a word to define “what
you exactly mean to me.”