Intriguing without having to say a word

Language spoken loud and clear
One movement at a time
Very subtle to total sublime
Each holds my undivided attention

Your body speaking volumes
Offering a pathway to your heart
Using capital letters

Inspiration has suddenly returned

Lost before the hemispheres burned
Oceans turned a deeper blue
Violet Skies lend a crimson hue
Each resemble the essence of you

Your style and your enduring Grace
Outshine the smile upon my face
Utopia I have come to know

Insanity it seems

Leaving the woman of my dreams
Omissions at the alter
Vehemently she screams
Echoing through the parlor

Yellow stains of long
On her wedding day
Unveiled

I've sown my seed in all but six

Left them for the pallbearer's to get their kicks
Oscillating wildly their wicks were lit
Visually aided for them to get their fix
Extemporaneously flicking their bics

Yet the six remaining were up in the mix
Our willing woman wanted forty licks
Until then there would be no turning tricks

Your cradle is my grave, you rock me to sleep
Nights spent alone and the secrets they keep
The heavens above are filled with angels that weep
From the lullaby you sing can be heard six feet deep

I chew my cheeks
As dragnets drag
Yin and ****** yang
The love of the never man

The air is thick with karma
Calling beneath the blockade floor
Should the world fail to fall apart
He desperately looks for the door

Of Dali’s car, his silent self
A war without a war within
Time has got nothing to do with it
She killed his past with her kiss

Like Orphee in some thunder world
Nothing lasts and **** to change
Sashed and shorn
Hallowed be her name

With her sunken eyes and her pretty looks
All the nights we’ll see them through
The seven veils of the mind
To the seven of cups, tethered to you

Through the zero hour we’ll walk
Oh let me love you in the morning light
Your away tonight as the art on the box cuts
Let go all the tears of your life

Till the sun bursts from your side
As we kiss the water kings hand
The passion of lovers is for death she said
To remind me of a perfect plan

Incandescent souls

Lamenting the days end
Ocular endeavor
Vernacular transcends
East and west of Eden

Yon hill beyond the down
Our dialogue continues
Unabashed