Quite simple really:
the operation,
to remove the thoughts
from my head,
and the heart
from your heaving chest,
and for now on
it will be that much easier
to act as one,
now that you’ve got my mind,
on you, and your heart
is mine.
Those days
the sun is sparse,
and nights
the cold is long,
will dissolve;
as our separation.
No longer the cliffs, and crags
of deep, thoughtful tumult
shall haunt my fissures;
only illumined rays of creation,
likened to empty lungs’
love of inspiration to remain.
Nor shall the cushion of pins,
trickling the wealth of blood
from your soul to its body,
feel another ***** or pang;
as its sewn into my love, our life
eternally refilled; wholeness again.
And so our planes; similarly
as i’ve got the heart from you,
and you’ve got the mind of me,
allowing us to be; most peaceably,
the best of both sides of infinity,
you are i, and i am we
replacing the time, indefinitely,
too many thoughts of you,
and too much love for me,
removing the lines separating infinity.
Oct 12, 2013
Oct 12, 2013 at 1:00 PM UTC
Quite simple really:
the operation,
to remove the thoughts
from my head,
and the heart
from your heaving chest,
and for now on
it will be that much easier
to act as one,
now that you’ve got my mind,
on you, and your heart
is mine.
Those days
the sun is sparse,
and nights
the cold is long,
will dissolve;
as our separation.
No longer the cliffs, and crags
of deep, thoughtful tumult
shall haunt my fissures;
only illumined rays of creation,
likened to empty lungs’
love of inspiration to remain.
Nor shall the cushion of pins,
trickling the wealth of blood
from your soul to its body,
feel another ***** or pang;
as its sewn into my love, our life
eternally refilled; wholeness again.
And so our planes; similarly
as i’ve got the heart from you,
and you’ve got the mind of me,
allowing us to be; most peaceably,
the best of both sides of infinity,
you are i, and i am we
replacing the time, indefinitely,
too many thoughts of you,
and too much love for me,
removing the lines separating infinity.
