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Obelus
I can't look away from those sparkling cobalt spinel hued eyes and I wonder if he has old English preost heritage, and I'm lost in the tenderness and the rough of his hands, the very same hands that touched me and conjured the ancestors to whisper he's the one; and I always knew deep down that our souls were threaded on another plane.
Bathing, in your light as I tip toe through the priests meadow, and I hold that mans gaze whilst listening to the waves crashing, in holy communion with nature as I channel my love into him, knowing his pain and loss, and I want to press myself into his sufferance to bathe him in light, to remind him of the Godliness that resides in his heart & soul, to remind him of his own effervescence & radiance.
To elevate his spirits, and contextualise the divinity that's been scribbled upon the scroll of his soul, bookmarking the moments that triggered a fracture in his psyche to reacquaint ourselves, to heal one another and grow as we transcend beyond the psychical realm as we nurture and nourish one another, and ponder the sum of our hearts entwined.
Compelled to dance upon the sands of time as his oceanic blues shift like the tide, ever changing but never silent as he chimes into the lyrics of my heart, whilst his rhythmic beats finger the pages of my holographic being whilst poetically threading my noir loose ends, into the ambience of his ecstatic rapture.
I always thought you have to bond deeply as friends to be lovers, and show understanding because when we're old and withered, and our bodies don't want to collaborate in fusing lust & desire, that we'd always be companions.
However, that was not meant to be as our beliefs were scripted in different chapters of the same book as the sum of us became algebraic equations I could no longer decipher as he retreated whilst cradling his pain like a newborn, instead of waiting to birth our love on the cusp of endless devotion, and happiness.
And I whisper goodbye in the twilight whilst letting you go & holding on, all in the same breath.
Bathing, in your light as I tip toe through the priests meadow, and I hold that mans gaze whilst listening to the waves crashing, in holy communion with nature as I channel my love into him, knowing his pain and loss, and I want to press myself into his sufferance to bathe him in light, to remind him of the Godliness that resides in his heart & soul, to remind him of his own effervescence & radiance.
To elevate his spirits, and contextualise the divinity that's been scribbled upon the scroll of his soul, bookmarking the moments that triggered a fracture in his psyche to reacquaint ourselves, to heal one another and grow as we transcend beyond the psychical realm as we nurture and nourish one another, and ponder the sum of our hearts entwined.
Compelled to dance upon the sands of time as his oceanic blues shift like the tide, ever changing but never silent as he chimes into the lyrics of my heart, whilst his rhythmic beats finger the pages of my holographic being whilst poetically threading my noir loose ends, into the ambience of his ecstatic rapture.
I always thought you have to bond deeply as friends to be lovers, and show understanding because when we're old and withered, and our bodies don't want to collaborate in fusing lust & desire, that we'd always be companions.
However, that was not meant to be as our beliefs were scripted in different chapters of the same book as the sum of us became algebraic equations I could no longer decipher as he retreated whilst cradling his pain like a newborn, instead of waiting to birth our love on the cusp of endless devotion, and happiness.
And I whisper goodbye in the twilight whilst letting you go & holding on, all in the same breath.
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