In the night,
you and me,
we,
become stars of distant galaxies.

he
for whom
abstinence
or indulgence
merely imposters
ever equanimous
untouched by cosmic maya
bearing that crescent on his crown
steeped in the bliss of pure awareness
primal soul with no beginning or end

© 2019

Perhaps we are always alone, you know
Even when we breathe each other
And touch each other
We’re not each other

And life is probably better this way
For if you find fault with yourself
The blame is one
And not two

It’s much better waking up in the morning
Alone, and not being wrong about anything

We root ourselves deeply to guard our souls,yet we remain as fragile as flowers that grow by the river pools.

Today I will dance on the sun,
For tomorrow I may become the earth.

Speak to me beyond words,
The languages of love that have no name.
Reveal your presence to me,
in the tongues that are only known to us.
Eternal bond with no chains.
I call you by your name but you are my indefinable, indescribable lover. In every astral plane, every existence, coursing through every vein, sweet silence.
For love is the language of infinite words and no words at all.
Sweet lover I am beckoned by the call of the unspeakable,
unbearable, the sinful and terrible, the soft and stoic sonnet.
The star crossed, pragmatic, didactic ode.
Lover let your presence be known.