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Phenomena
11:17 PM Aug 1 2016
getting kind of groggy
the mind a wee bit foggy
mumbling incoherence
i'm stumbling
at the edge of consciousness
she comes to me..
as she have been
faithfully
for quite some time
again and again
amidst that piercing winter breeze
of my ebony-laced soul
as my luminous kindred creature
squirming all inside my nuclei
i revel in anticipation
awaiting what forthcoming revelations
this lucid dreamscape
may yet yield
roaming this realm
as the ultimate voyeur
in complete reverence of a woman
who exudes femininity like rare vintage
galvanizing my masculine approach
to all things her
thus magnifying her womanliness
in return..
causing expansion of my visionary self
revealing our affinity for
Infinity's endless game of touche'
she is the living museum collection
of hidden memorabilia
i wander tirelessly hoping to decipher
each and every shelved antique
one by one
to get some kinda grasp
..some kinda glimpse of
what it is to be
just her..
i can sense her
smiling affectionately
knowing i as a man can only fail
at such a daunting task
of gathering all the molecules
of her entire
but i'm willing fail in glorious fashion
unashamed..
in sculpting the most imperfect
yet genuine figurine
as i am restless with my hands..
reckless with my tongue at times..
clumsy with my emotional immaturity
agitating her emotional insecurities..
yes
we can be like erratic abstract art
constantly teetering between
turbulence and tranquility..
yet never losing the US factor
tediously tethered by a bond
that transcends what's considered
'traditional' entwinements
of love..
if there is such a thing..
...and we dance and dance
and we dance
my mystic muse and eye
under the brisk
and engaging ambiance
of these winter winds
to the tune of our skipping heartbeats
as i listen to her rock my soul
with loving lullabies
til her aura dissipates
and eye phade once again
back to blaque...
4:09 AM Aug 2 2016
I awake
emotionally hungover
from transcendence
to the sound of her ambrosial voice
and there she is
my enigmatic genie
bottled up in
extrasensory flesh and bone
my extravaganza made tangible
all there is left now
is for us to create that precious moment
within the confines of this continuum
to reach out and touch
one another
close the gap
and watch words
perform disappearing acts
between the engulfing folds of limbs
as we commune through
extraterrestrial eye contact
refusing to breathe in anything
but the exclusive air of
our very own phenomena...
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