The Order of Multiples of Three

All a-singe, hearts like fire
Pierced by arrows of intense desire
Blood dancing inside my fingertips,
My abstruse emotions, it incessantly rips.

Caged by doll-like body and medieval armor
Escaping with desire and ardor
Spirits within are floating outwards
Leaping, meeting—leopards.

Badly wounded and bruised
The marks of kisses when love, we cruised
Greatly intrigued, and our spirits freed
Disappearance and division, we need indeed.

Oh, how sad; how bad my shivering, frozen voice
Steadfastly pond’ring a perfect choice
Like poles we repel, although I try
Now desolate, I cry.

All a-singe, hearts like fire
Pierced by arrows of intense desire
Blood dancing inside my fingertips,
My abstruse emotions, it incessantly rips.