Tell the darling dying embers that I adore their hushed flame. With all these dear little sparks spinning in twirls upon the nights breeze like fireflies and the sweet smoke bathing us in a blanket of intimacy. I am marveled by the magic of your presence and your heady spell brings me to richer mind
You are rich, warm, heady, like the overwhelming of coffee
A caffeine dream
Crawling up my nostrils and consuming
Bitterness does not restrain the torment of your burning brilliancy
Scorching my tongue as I lave at the chestnut wood of your person
I will diminish to reach even a breath of you
To the whispers of your aroma I am made faint
To the murmurs of the beans of your mouth I am grounded
Grind me into the mixture of your brew that is a nurturing cafe
You are boiling and overflowing with the woodsy roots of ether
I wouldn’t submit to influence of consumption but measurably bask in the wafting steam of your concoction
I will trade nothing for this sensation but waste within it gratefully bewitched
What to taste but your thick drowning liquid?
I sink down under your murky waters and saturate
Subdued to the sobbing of java
Quiet the stream within
Let stillness pour from your skin
Let the air of forgiveness fill your lungs
And exhale a generosity that becomes
A love like a turbulent force
And wild winds of wonder burst forth
Show us a prevailing course
Let us be in gentleness forever more
Living for the shifting currents of aesthetics
This earthly love is beyond all heaven
Shower me in this harmonious dew
I am devoured by the propensity of your intensity.
Swallow me, swish me around the heat of your mouth, and gulp me down the greedy burning of your throat.
Bind me to your clashing eyes.
Lock me within the hardened edges of your jaws. Seep me into the deep shadows of your hovering brows.
Instill me in the determined set of your calculated dipping temples.
Engrave me In the hills of your shallow cheek bones. Bury me in the lines of your molded lips.
Smooth me over the folds of your haunting arms.
Let your heat seal me to your flesh and your chilling charm freeze me to your bones.
Let us be one in adoration alone.
I need only fix upon you.
Need only dwell amongst you.
So to evaporate within your encasing beauty.
Know not of my endearment but only of my transfixed irises.
All senses honed to your energy like light to sound.
Give you a focus beyond momentary obsession.
Have a love that is instinctual and enlightening.
- I associate the palate of peony with your traveling lips. These roving sophistications of articulation and poised words. I catch shimmers of tongue clashing with teeth in a portrait enthusiasm. You are so animate in your portrayal of communication. I study your interaction tirelessy hungry.
An artist once saw
The art of it all
It sought to know more
To live and explore
Not alone would it
Feel the art a bit
So it created life
To share with it’s sight
First etch the universe
Then paint the planet’s
Then mold clay diverse
Let all be organic
Artist for artist
Born so in design
Did we forget this
Made a mess of gift
Belittle each other now
Destroy the beauty
I yearn for loving
As an artist loves
Let us remember
Together join hands
Create art abound
We are not hopeless
Instincts say masterful
Such beauty no error
We must look clearer
It is all right here
In which we were made
There is no greater vibrance than the one of the sky
That so emulates the expanse of our inner being
One can burst with its likenesses
The similarities so consoling and bewildering
All that possibility
Suspended to one moment
With such subtlety
And yet braze directness
It is overwhelmingly gorgeous
The expansive dexterity of aesthetic
And its refection of us
Within its admirations
The beauty is the only consolation
For all the estrangement and despair
Not because I dont understand
I sob for all those who are too afraid to understand
It isnt my place
I observe and I am overwhelmed
For I love them as dearly
We are so simular
I have yet to succumb to my fears
And I mourn for those who see no other way
For where there is love there can be no fear
If they only loved themselves
As I love them
We could joins spirit
Singing of beautitude
Being amongst life
There is melancholy for those who have died
With their hearts still beating.
I took to wandering in your greenhouse.
You are a distance emancipated from the cold.
I run my shivering fingers over your warm leaves.
You’re an oasis of touch.
You are melting me.
I am your drops of dew.
Drink me up and absorb me with your heat.
I evaporate for you.