Exhale ..

I heard your cry in the winds your being calling out my name like an enchanted God ..
Helplessly crumbling on the grass, your skull gently laying on the pillow earth, staring at the sky unleashing your soul to the wild star dust that roams.

I feel your presence in the leaves that playfully circulate forming a sphere, locking our souls in a jazz paradise swiftly as we blues to the memories that echo.

Awakening my demons with a gentle kiss, tasting like every dark thought I've had.  
You're the Blind God I was warned off, the one sparks the fire within the darkest corners of my soul.

The phenix that risen from the depths of the conversations I had with God, finding pieces of you in every controversial art piece.

You touch the fragile home of our child, A child, A child that we both bared together the fruit that carries eternal peace, hope and warm. Bearing the life so pure, the hands of creation purl on the soul the child not to correct, but to simply add divinity touches

Print on each touch is admirable to nigh to Her love, The love heals, enlightens, soothes but many roam impaired the deaf help the blind see and the blind teach the retarded. Damaged we are, we've immaturely self imposed lost love hoping to gain pleasure from our forbidden motives, misleading the blind who lack guidance, the broken glass are the greener grass, and for the showstoppers there's the red carpet that leads to where all roads lead at end.