love poems

Call Me By Your Name

Italy's finest '83 with its young nights ahead upon youthful young adults
Set in its fairest greatest and most grandiose Shakespearean plays of the timely timed
A frail and a Samson, Gideon and God, an idol and a worshipper
Enoch, Job, Gideon and Noah, all loved in similarity from God

Love always undefined, mystically strange yet detailed and intricate
One speaks hawks of the wolves' cry, trumpets horned bloodshed
Centered without the prying gossips of Pantheon's gladiators
With the eye of the Leaning Tower of Pisa knows what it was

All silenced by a spoken connection of a slain lightning struck of heaven
Shh is a great symbolism of curiosity, dusting off fear and loathe in heft
Belligerent, hasty, spontaneous acme painted and tainted ruby of a couplet
Betwixt the lines are well said, is this a betoken of a vis-a-vis with love?

Unravels are about to come as burlesque of our pictures come to be aspersed
Summer is the second saddest alongside Winter by seasons with its months
Always short-lived, always a December of the peak prickly heat
A drop from a left eye speaks its million planktons of ravaging caterwauls

Thought said forbidden, prohibited and restricted by the Supreme Court
A love despairs and betrays of a whale's nacre, screeching wracking nerves of 'weak'
After all, love prevails, perceives and perseveres, even patience itself is in too
Romance isn't a word to be romanticized as if it's a bad breath to say

Love isn't an imp and wimp to be described as a description of an universal eye
A sudden call signals from a dove and an angel, heard saying, "I'll see you at midnight."
It is a wonder of Thales himself about the fuss words he laid he couldn't stand avoidance
Cinderella tale coming through again like usual, with a steam engine with her to the palace

A lightning bolt came into place of Pompeii and its Vesuvius, a sinful consummation
Passion came into existence, along with lust and love chaotically to clean cut the whiplashes
A demon and an angel, a couplet of incubi, making themselves a concoction with a spinning twisting twirls of white heat
Enigmatically their veneers are indisputably in writhe, intimacy will always perdure them

As I end my tell tale of the so-called contemporary classical and one of the greatest love stories ever told
It's a love letter sending that love is love in its own way in an armada or sleigh
At the moment, an adolescent boy stopped and looked up if his old flame tauntingly harks back all
Waiting for a word to be laid heard by his ears, looking in the façade of his, holding the scrutiny and to be called out by his name

Call me by your name and I'll call you by mine, laid said by '59 to his '66
Only that it mysteriously smiles its entendre to its West End and The Global Theatre to its savaged audience

**the title is inspired from the novel/film itself :) Harley xx