Monday, July 6, 2015

Gems Growing

Receive to feel reception, drifting through memories,
advertising life. I hold her in essence, shoulders tingling,
mourning the pit of love. We feel it to know it, wrestling
with thorns, proud to have achieved it. I love her come
destruction, waving flags, in honor of a dream. She
stands so aloof, grieving mishaps, somewhat afflicting
self. I nurture something hidden, sudden agitation, where
a soul makes contact. In this we praise, eyes teary,
sudden to reappear. Where have we gone: a brief trip,
were lotuses mingle with vines. There’s a gem, studded in
pains, mining for wisdom. I whistle her name, chant her
soul, to fill her with rubies. Fate is often fair in unfairness,
where light contains darkness, particles of knitted fey.
I love her come destruction, pruning tulips, feeling
motion. We dance, fraught with worth, as humble as bees.
Our nights toss with turns, colored in shadows now foreseen.


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