AMORPHOUS LOVE To beguile our intentions with futile words would be to make our existence obsolete. For that reason, I am reaching up, into the stars, as I reflect on your visage so Dulcet. This is my gift to you as crystalline as my kiss on your lips or caressing your silky skin; this is my love for you. Peculiar beings are we… Believe not in emotions! Thinking of that creates an ever effervescent feeling, full of it all, let’s eliminate useless motions! And not beguile our intentions. Words have been depleted by poets of old as they tried to flatter their muses. No more decrepit poetry! Your eyes has been depicted. Maladroit am I, from time to time, yet this hand and these fingers will get it right- Each time I write you a poem. © Christian D. Koumtog.