Remembrance into our respective pasts,
Gloss over our eyes whilst our perspective drifts apart.

I hold my hand o'er the candle to remember the flame.
I toss myself from the roof to feel the flight again.

The rainsoaked flame wanders through my bones,
My home,
My dampened heart keeps burning.

~Robert van Lingen

I want to feel the serene sounds of the hovering breeze
caress my chiseled cheeks and my inner core, curl up against
my hazel eyes and eyebrows, its equations of existence speaking
poetic notes within my eternal being, reciting a thousand shimmering languages over my body and soul, the way my cracking muscles rise into a circle of galaxies, farther outward in a realm in sync with Saturn, mirroring a marvelous maze of infinite, single-spaced designs highlighting the lucid landscape, illuminating its extreme brilliance and fiery passion, sparking a range of exotic highs intensifying in flight across the horizon, adding spectacular two-dimensional creations in various angles, multiplying and dividing, subtracting and combining into an immense infinity of captivating chemistry spanning the universe, how the drumbeating trees soar into a jubilant song, their magnificent leaves harmonizing with the internal rhyme, lifting towards the enchanting sky, feeling the warm air slowly shifting into a breaking beat, a rebirth of hypnotizing depths blazing its existence beyond reality, distant from the diminishing downbeats that used to pound its spinning pain upon torn dimensions, drifting into a dangling glossary of worthless words echoing through the night.  I could feel the blasting intensity drumming its bass lines within this magical kingdom, every amazing thought sifting inside my heart.

please bite me.
sink your teeth,
into my flesh,
and drink up my anguish.
consume my agony.
drain me,
of the pain.

**** my veins dry,
until I am hollow,
and all left to do,
is fill me up,
with your love.