Descending Into The Hearth Of Ultimate Devotion, Two Entangled Particles Communicate

I.
Her smile can bring down majestic mountains,
her tears, steal the thunder from the sky.

There are so many suns glittering
in the expansive heaven of her eyes.

I take her hand as life finally begins,
and molecules of our warm breath mingle in the day and in the night.

Deep in the heart of every sun fusion burns ferociously,
with unstoppable momentum,
like the way her heart leaps up to mine,
eternally hungry for my insatiable spirit and unquenchable body.

II.
Starlight glimmers as we drink
from our replenishing fountain
of adoration and understanding.

The cool, twin streams of our swaying eyes
begin to merge into one.

Life has always been a countdown
to the inevitable moment when the fierce hands of destiny
forge our elements together into a protective tapestry of transcendent bliss.

Speak my name, darling of starlight,
and gaze into the depths of my illuminated soul.

My heart shall always be on fire for everything that you are;
I am the Phoenix,
resurrected with every moment that we share,
rebuilt to perfection by every cycle of resplendent resuscitation,
which shrinks the distance between us to only the strong nuclear force
that maintains the sublime integrity of sentience.

Our lips,
our lips,
how delightfully the messages formed from the language of kissing
echo like whispers into the corners of the still night.

III.
As we are bound together
we rise as one into the thundering light of dawn.

The vast riches of your adoring heart
scintillate in the morning sunlight
like the effervescent eyes of youthful delight.

All of our lives we have been building up
to this moment of infallible synchronicity,
like cave crystals softly awakening one delicate drip at a time,
reflecting in the hourglass with glacial patience,
singing a song of inevitability that bestows courage to the darkness.

There is a deluge in our hearts,
and on this delightful cusp of ultimate redemption and immaculate homecoming,
a crescendo of infinite waterfalls erupts like rainbows from our shuddering hearts,
obliterating all the rusty chains of the past,
all the heavy moments of incomprehension and regret
that weighed us down with the lava of indifference.

Our souls shall sing eternally
with the resounding exuberance of youth.

Our eyes shall halt time
as we drink from the chalice
of our synchronous heartbeats.

And togetherness is a word
that we shall redefine one intoxicating moment at a time.

I want to smell your rain,
turn my head and breathe joy into your mouth:
reveal yourself to me, again and again,
two souls perched on the roof of the world,
preparing to glide into the wildflowers of ecstasy,
diving into our storyteller eyes,
fanning the flames of nirvana
with the boisterousness of pure understanding.

Here,
the moon is a refreshing smirk,
the stars, a chorus of astounding harmony.

As we boldly caress underneath a twilight sky,
our mental landscapes unfold with a gentle dizziness;
we savor each tick of the clock,
welcoming every instant like a lost heartbeat
finally returning into the purifying blue sky sparkle of home.

 

 


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Moments In Time Under A Moon That Never Wants To Say Goodbye

1.
moonlight sings in my heart,
a crescendo of ineffable contentment
that rises like a majestic dragon,
breathing joyful fire across my body,
which has been granted immunity to heat
by the flawless tempest of your eyes

2.
Your gaze rings pure in my mind’s eye,
the depth of your being resounding openly within.

The haunting remnants of your touch cascade over me
with every capricious breeze of the wind,
reawakening the stirrings that were strummed
by your gentle hands like strings on an instrument,
creating beautiful harmony and dissonance that expands in my head
like ripples racing across the surface of a tranquil lake.

3.
moonlight sings in my heart,
a crescendo of ineffable contentment
that rises like a majestic dragon,
breathing joyful fire across my body,
which has been granted immunity to heat
by the flawless tempest of your eyes

 


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if you felt the soft caress of a whisper in your ears this morning know that it was I

you are
my destiny

our love
is like a massive tree
that slowly grows
and branches into
the clear blue sky

my deepest desire
is that you be free
to express your innermost soul
which floats and flutters
like a rainbow-soaked butterfly
whose beauty brings tears of astonishment
to my eternally grateful eyes

 


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How A Singular Point In Time May Flirt With Eternity

Even in the early morning sunlight
your sensuous lips bring the stars out
from dark hiding places.

(How they burst
like summer fireworks
above the swaying rope bridge
of my chaotic mind.)

And your eyes
with their otherworldy glimmer,
they strike like a double solar eclipse
into the core of my being

Enraptured by the moment
when your lips possess mine,
I am suddenly swallowed and digested
by the captivating splendor of sunrise.

 


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Fairy Eyes Bloom Into Quiet Shelter

1.
The dense feminine weeping threatens to disappear
into black forest stones carpeted with lichen.

I step closer, in search of the source of pain.

Instead, I am confronted by
a voracious wall of writhing foliage:
a seedling tower of protection.

2.
Constructed with butterfly legs,
grafted against her mossy thoughts
in confused spasms,
it seemed to invoke itself
as my feet dumbly rustled leaves.

3.
I froze like a spider’s victim
as I watched her fertile buzzsaw tears
tear open slits of green pillow,
exposing the gangly thickets of discontent
that must have tied her sleeping subconscious
into taunting ovals.

4.
Ah, those soul-staggering eyes.

Dense wildwood-night concussions
cascaded from her diamond-tipped gaze to mine,
sharpening the dullest corners of my head
until suddenly I felt the eruption of newly curious
fingertips, eyes, and knees.

She watched in mischievous fascination
as I spelled out in a hundred blades of picked grass
the youthful and mute vocabulary
of adulthood lost and childhood regained.

 


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The Kiss Of Twilight, The Shape Of Your Face

I.
As we tenderly bathe in the promenading half-light,
the sun’s dwindling momentum seeps into the relaxing waters
that softly stream from our sleek-eyed caresses.

Smoothly the life-giving rays of the sunset
fold the day into twisting shadows
that slither across the gnarled,
petrified feet of the ancient trees.

As our fevered bodies press against
the boundaries of the daylight’s edge,
we playfully surf the mirror-like reflections
that flow from our gently glowing eyes.

II.
Before I stumbled into this joy-littered terrain
the spiraling dust trail behind my pale steps
would stretch for miles,
disappearing into smoky nothingness.

Like a dragon’s nostrils at dawn
each new day oozed an obscuring mist,
forcing me into a tentative crouch
as I sluggishly crawled over the swaying rope bridges
of my wandering heart-center.

III.
Eventually these exquisite and volatile echoes
of fiery love-collision may pierce and drain
this glistening lake-on-a-mountaintop,
flooding our sparkling waters of passionate companionship
into the fertile valleys below,
into the fertile valleys below.

IV.
But for now,
as the visible light of the sun-bleached hillside retreats:
we revel in the galloping dark’s encroaching oasis.

 


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Butterflies Flutter, Nebulas Expand, Hearts Sing

Closed doors open
when I hear your voice
sharing the way the universe
expands into your tender horizon.

Silence is rustled by the strike of a clock
deep in the stillness of night,
when we dream simultaneously,
imagining shrinking space-time until
only you and I exist:

there floating in the ether,
there dancing on the white-hot stars,
there kissing under every sun’s shimmering twilight.

We glow,
knowing how each heavenly caress
frees our hearts from loneliness.

We speak,
and are both heard
as the rare flowers of understanding
bloom in succession to the sound
of our bountiful voices synchronizing,
swimming as one in the joyful ocean
of togetherness that rises and falls
like the heaving of your sweet chest
when I slowly lean forward to give you a kiss.

Oh, how the playful flutter of your eyes
skips and weaves my body into a straightjacket
of wanting.

All that I am is yours,
here in the tender half-light,
here in the calming arms of true belonging,
and nothing in existence could ever
reach the summit of our love,
for such heights defy the limits of imagination,
one day at a time,
as the distance between us diminishes
with each word we share,
with each moment our hands
are metaphorically bound as we continue our journey,
one that shall last for as long as we swallow
the pulsating sights and sounds of this astonishing universe.

 


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