Sonnet of the Anarchist Beloved
In the realm of autonomy, you are the spark,
A defiance against the chains of hierarchy's grip,
Your laughter, a direct action that shatters the dark,
Echoing through the streets where free spirits trip.
Your touch, a mutual aid that nourishes the soul,
In this syndicalist dream where labor sings true,
Each heartbeat a struggle, each kiss makes us whole,
Together we build, as comrades anew.
With eyes that reflect the dual power of night,
You challenge the structures that seek to confine,
In our sanctuary forged from shared hope and fight,
We cultivate gardens where freedom can shine.
So here’s to our love, an insurrection of heart,
Anarchist passion, a work of art.