there’s no simulacrum for this..
mirrored coupling - musing each other’s infrared nature while
mosaically tuck quietly in Cassiopeia constellation, ascending
this is for yew ein iye
my panic dissolves.. for words are secondary here,
like puréed mist and wind on tongues, amrita drips from my
subjectively becoming an ouroboros with your being,
letting you know that i'm sorry for those who has left you
wounded, for those who left your emotions in perpetual
states of torrential mortality ...
honesty comes in
soft octaves of submission engaging completely til the final
line of a poem has passed my lips
the enzymes of our love knows distance nor time
- never failing to lead us.. to us-
on earth we’re unctioned in borrowed hues ..
with bodies of paper-mache epidermis complexed enough for
the Universe to pour itself through
residing in tandem just - two point five degrees of you-
openly coming apart,
to reassure that you'll always have the key to the other side
of my flesh
where your (heart)/s a pulsing phallus traversing,
passionately hyphenating the hymen of my soul
channelling a bridge for many more delicate entries
elementally, assuaged in myriad realms simultaneously;
this unquestionable movement
is pure sensual response, see how i unfold for you ...
alike the Soul nebulae do for her Heart nebula