We envelope each otherin a sunken treasure existence that
we only comprehend.
Dipped in a sea-shaped atmosphere
of silver glistening pearls of passion.
Wait. Step Back.
Passion is too simple.
It's a
Yearning Desire,
a Wavoring Wish,
a Savoring Satisfaction,
an UnDeniable Utopia.
Can't we Never Leave?
Is anything else even out there?
We threw icicles at time
and here
IT actuALLy FROZE.
For a ten minute decade
we swim in an aura of unison,
subtracting selves
and
floating in a solitude of intimacy.
You slipped your hand
behind my head.
Delaying my movements.
Don't worry, free spirit,
no one could make me leave.
Your hair glazed and
drenched in gold
puddles around
your delicate head.
All day, I could lie within its fold.
Lulling lullabies are raining
formation all surround us.
Our minds are tuning
the same sacred sounds.
I can read your mind:
the notebooks of your life and
post-it note passages of present love.
We embellish our muses.
These seductive states elegantly
shun my very shameless dreams.
They parallel no comparisons.
Our bodies correspond comfortably,
stirring our mouths to make music
of surrendering to belonging
This is tangible embodiment
but 'us' is still a nonentity.
My existence becomes alive
the moments your beauty arrives.
We suppressed every one else out there. Promise: not to tell them our story.
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