Her lips eclipse

 
Vibrating into our captive imaginations
With poem train on dual track minds
The desires upon pure contemplations
Provoking newly born timed rhymes,

Swept beyond wildflower flame shapes
Dual tones singing in idyllic fantasies
Pulsing quasar bestowing dreamscapes
Ascension of ourselves, we perceive,

Eyes are woken from dream time
We slow to a soft-focus dance
Feeling her magic lips to mine
Such groove manifest trance,

In a holy spark
Kiss...