You’re
the language of souls, to rapture a sun-drench
enveloped
in
heartbeats. You usher sensations the warmest of coals
to
drizzle
in
particles. Thoughts are starry the wages of love as
attached
as mother to pouch. It’s electric this feeling the
sorrow
of pouty lips, where a valley of little
hairs
to
needle through flesh, the origin of eternity. You’re for
culture
the cushions of grace to infuse a legacy. The
journey
is rich in gourmet washed in Chardonnay, where
a
mint is but invitation. Earth
is
passion an ancient tabernacle as holy as inclination.
There’s
furnace for flame the voice of glares
a
novel’s fire
where
love is cryptic. You stand the volts of a mind-cave
a
riddle to subjects
a
mini-evolution.
