Cultivating Piety

I siesta mollified in the
rachis of a falling feather
that slipped from your
whimpering whisper,

drifting through rays of sunset
discharged from your
creme sickle smile,

I ride my quilted kite
above the crystal dunes
beyond the ventricle breakers
that broke the incipient
strings of providence,

binding meta galactic harps
dipped in stardust osculated
by Diosa's august reverie,

many sirenic miles cling to our amour
twas a cackling eyelash chimera a
nomadic vapor besprinkled from the
guff now budding into a prolix bloom.

impart your gaze upon me
as I oscillate on this plumage
of symmetry guide me softly
to the earth so I may plant
the claddagh seed that sprouts
the lavender lotus of us.

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