Vs. the loveless court

From our love, we vs. in love, the loveless who hold court

Conferring in argument

I’m mad – you’re bad – we’re false – not love,

The loveless court

To which my heart is yours, held inside your silhouette, nods

Inside me, your unravelled poetry, in argument for me

To me, only you – each other – one = two – looking only at me, too

All eyes, the loveless hold court

Conclude their argument thus:

Your domme silhouette has driven me mad,

And when I see you – they see not love, the loveless court, see us not

To which I hold

You that in your characteristic way, holds space in your silhouette, that I love – nods a universal Truth

That in a universal court, the loveless nod at not love

And we in love, what matters us, if we sit in a loveless court, in love?

You nod