Next Love

I’ve always found love works this way
Before it strikes the highest peak
Blows out and sinks my last desire
It hints at heat behind the meeting clouds
Gives that luminous glow of a quickening pulse
But hints alone a promised might of fire to come
May only turn cooler more on the other side
Dim down to colder dark and nothingness
Tight breaths relax from gasps in loosening throats
Dumb tongues return to old habits of speech
Words coming unscrambled with the sobering sense
As glowing dreams of weathering heights
Shrink back into the night of a new moon lost
Behind mists deeper than my last love’s loss