Roses of transparent moments collide
I do a moist conversation in the horizon of the orange sky
I am drenched in sweat craving your magical words
I am lost in the softness of your mind
I float on lips of resurrection, I hang in the golden wax of your lotus body
I hang and you hold me like the dripping twists and turns on fold of my skin,
I disappear on Cupid’s pavement searching for your fragile soul
I inhale your breathless scars
I have counted pain, I have sustained and coloured my pain
I sip your honey in the chalice of my tongue
I embrace your canvas like an artist
I have fallen for your words like a ballerina
Your words strike paradise and pour a lump of seasons.
A travesty, tapestry, Titanic.
I am in awe of your twinkling perception
I cradle your warmth and stitches
As I take birth and die in the symmetry of your curve.
I am in reborn absorbing your divine essence
My words – Italics
My Valiant Soul – Non Italics
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