You stare at me intimately. .
I’m questioning the exclamation mark in your eyes.
There’s a part of this I wonder mostly about when your asleep.
Even our words have to make sense, put together.. assembled in similes, metaphors, aliterations, cradled in adjectives, verbs and adverbs.
Do you know what I mean? Seriously do you?
You say all these things and it happens to have sense on it’s own, it has created it’s own design and therefore it communicates – a mysterys time out of time – ascending in all eyes.
Your so quiet sometimes. I question and mark the silence. . .
It doesn’t come with miseries but with an assurance.
What is assurance if miseries doesn’t come?
What are expressions if we continually flow in them as birds. .
You smile at me sometimes, you talk to me.
You like entering into my flow – I rest in you.
There’s quite alot I found interesting about you, but somehow as soon as the sparkles show. . . you hide away, you shelter into the shell.
Are you caressing me for my own good, to be silent.
Are you my intimate show, an entertainment of my own.
Bewildered and entertwined in you. . you are a part that anciently speaks
but it’s words are undefined – understood by the inner eyes – the crystals embedded inside.
Deeply touching, softness and a signature rhythym to you.
You are unexplainable, your words retainable but still – though you are hidden in plain sight. . .you fly away, again and again. . Yet I still see you returning.
Impressions of a universe.
Dimensions created on earth.
Realms we attend, to climb the cern. . our own cern.
You are adored by the birth you bring, Oh how you are driven..
..driven to create more.. to use the reproductive cause as your shrine.
You have asked to use mine, I’ll be more than honoured to share your celestial intimacy to be the enchantment in your seduction of combined lovers inside of your illuminous womb.
A dancing of your shield, An annointing of your seal.