Spiritual Love

   
   
I framed the day love tossed me    
and he caught me,    
in a catch that could be described as    
‘the smile that cracked my normalcy’.    
Mind beautifully messed-up from his    
moist hello.    
Sand seconds, sufficient time    
to steal my voice and air.    
His nearness validates my inebriated- stare    
I toke his blue heaven,    
a high justified by his carnal smile.      
He captivated the pinnacle of my    
mental symphony,    
intrinsically eclipsing    
my hope of what it genuinely means    
to be in love.    
Daydreaming…. at night    
with thoughts of him beneath my skin,    
as if I peeled back a layer    
and allowed him to climb in.    
(…..and his touch?)    
His touch restarts my heartbeat    
when slowed with pain,    
reviving its rhythm with a velocity    
that would make infinity shame.    
A love that tasted spiritually inspired,    
as if cherubs were in attendance-    
ripped love from his appendage    
and made me consume it whole.    
I became whole,    
complete, full on him.    
He’s the liquid strength    
that fills my cup    
and I’ve been    
slowly drinking him...    
steadily    
   
   
Rain~    
   
   
(for comp. A.Haze influenced)