Distilled Love

distilled silhouettes 

rise up 

from what remains 

of what once was

boiling 

love

i am seeing 

spirits rise

with beckoning

curling fingers 

of vapour 

and

distilled love

it calls me; 

come hither

climb higher

but whereto

and wherefore

unbeknownst to me

solid smoke

makes me choke

but rise

and years later 
this reprise

has arrived 

to split me open

and open 

doors once closed

for all

but maybe

you 

and maybe you 

will always open me

like this
and then more

with you
it's always more

once it starts

it flows

and floods.

but whereto 

and wherefore

no one knows

the course and curse

of 
this 
distilled love.