What Beauties lie in this world,
Mysterious,
Majestic,
Full of Awe.

They come along in opportune time.
They will find their place.
They will spread their joy,
which will soak into your skin and
lather your heart.
Together then
at peace.

It's something to be spoken
and risen into acknowledgment.
Our shielded eyes can see the
sun rise and
see the sun set with
Thank You, Most Love.

if you cut me open
you would hear music

I've dug this up from the gravel of my being,
felt this sediment,
scraped through all the layers
to find small scattered bones.
owl puke.
that's my softness,
that's childhood
               and
           a reason for wanting to destroy it.

enough fire wood
enough energy
then
too much energy
                                and
the lights go out.

a contribution of what you learned that day fed to you at the dinner table.

coffee eyes dreamed about good mornings,
sugar kisses his lips, his eyes,
his cheeks
stomach,
legs,
papered skin layered in dreams.

dreams of
                   gold shedding from the sky,
words painted beneath the flesh,
              eyes shut to see what's inside.

how are you going to see what's outside if your eyes are always shut?

Conclusions.

Many words will I write.
Few will be noted as “worthy”.
Yet shall I stop?
No.
All words noted will rarely be the same.
So I will write all words that lead my fingers to twitch and my heart to soar.

Lazy hat
Hanging haphazardly
Lazy cigarette
Dangling carelessly
Between middle and index fingers
good morning.

Physics may unravel the secrets,
of the  magnetism and electric pull between us,
but about the rest, it'll be only mute,
our laws of attraction will still be in the dark.

Cognitive science may be eloquent
about your keen intelligence and mine,
but falling in love, is beyond the ken of all this,
Is it the rush of hormones that -
brought us together like two merging whirlwinds?
Then, why not before this with any others?

Or was it a flash at first sight
that ignited  our unknown depths,
and built a' tower of desire',
burning like a raging fire, in our hearts
that mixed, dreams, imagination and intuition
with the magic of extra sensory perception?

**We should better solve the puzzle with a burning kiss

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