We
love to morph ever timeworn to drift through portals
draped
in forever. I love you as doors close where pain
gathers
roses through gardens crying your name. We awake
gripping
million dollar sheets gazing at chandeliers. Our
mirrors
ache through psychic chambers a melody of
confliction.
I’m an addict for tomorrow a lyric built in
turmoil
and evermore to lilt. You’re a symbol even a ankh
begging
even grieving a love upon shattered pegs. We
cringe
for paranormal where ghosts stipple dreams a hand
through
shadows. I grip to awaken through a higher you
where
tears wash insecurities. Such is cosmic essence
protected
through mystic an astrological karma. You enter
such
a delicate mind dissipating delusion to infuse fantasies
falling
to rise for Neptune. It’s ever your eyes as sincere as
new
birth as pure as tiger stones. So tug forever to myth and
sing
upon wishbone tips; for love is beige to morph into
purple
as green as newborn smiles. We muse upon driftwood
ever
afloat a mountain stream surging through crevice and
cave.
I surge, my love; where it jots as it falls to stream into
a
version of perfection—if only for a lifespan.
