Shivering in reminiscence,
Nostalgia, stop chilling my soul.

Silly icy tear,
Sliding down shadowed cheek line,  
Scorching wet kisses.

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Ah, where to begin, take it from the crown,
And roll down the usual bump of your bouncy hairsanality,
Teasing your cerebrum with every spin,
Then quietly continue along your slender necking with a whisper,

To gently land on the heavy shouldering of your broad world,
Resting a moment to tickle loose those knots of compassion,
Move onward carefully, tiptoe to your pendant earlobes,
Grown wise from listening freely, flirting for a subtle nibble.

Lets swing over to perch on the bow of your maple cheeks,
Held up by the strength of your Ernest smile,
A spring of rose petals on a landscape of pure snow,
Alas, how the rose must envy the radiant hue of your lips,

Now, leap off to the cushion of your ample *****,
Perfect for nourishing presents of unique creation,
The pounding of your heart, speaks through, ba-dum ba-dum
Half the necessary beat to a lifelong dance, till death.

Next, a slide down the concave curves, slim fitting to your flawless figure,
To carriage at your slender swinging hips,
The favorite resting place of your healing hands,
Supporting the vertebrae that keeps strong your secure dorsal,

Start at the bottom and slowly shiver up the spine,
Only to shake back down with a relieved sigh, past the seeds of life,
And massage down sturdy legs carrying you through strife,
Come to a rest on the tip of your twinkle toes,
Those shine at the end of your lily starfeet.

With hopes that they’re moving to a compass where I mimic north,
And those bright almond eyes cast their gaze through the pane,
Your visage, making the difference between my dawn and dusk.

Alas, this miniscule moment of separation,
Igniting infernos of cardiac anguish,
Coursing silver slivered lightning to the cerebellum,

Shall not, sever the connection of our entanglement.
Entangled like microscopic electrons,
Bound by more than optical illusion,

Our hearts have joined for eternity,
No matter the distance in time or space,
Your heart skips a beat and I lose my breath.

Imagine Beauty.

Radiant rose whose petals never wilt,
stretching away the dusk,
scattering a glitter of dew.

Streaming rays of sunshine,
tickling the horizon,
shades of yellow and red,  

Captivating rainbows,
playing hide-and-seek,
near slumbering waterfalls.

Brilliant gathering of hues,
dancing on empty canvases,
leaving footprints of magnificence.

All sights I'd throw away,
Just to see your smile everyday.
Because,

Heavenly pearls, revealed by jubilee
climbing from loving lips to faithful eyes,
creating perfect perception of beauty.

Sunset over the sea, cease the sight of all eyes.
Moonrise over the forest, halt march of spring,
Sun dark moonlight, return the essence of right.
Bright mind, please bring me slumber tonight.

Hand of God, inspect my mind,
Grace my brain and bless my thoughts,
Sweep my vessel free from insecurity,
Cleanse my shallow breath with a whisper,
Strengthen my legs to support my dreams,
Power my hands to push through anything in between.

third all seeing eye, feel the power of vibration,
from the start of the forehead to the ends of nimble fingertips,
let the tingle travel  through, tickling twitches of tendon,
tehe, feel it, a shudder of the stomach, signaling the sequence,
rousing rivers of neurons, creating a flood of electricity.
Feel it shoot through.. Breathe.

Adjournies entangled in tastes of ecstasy leave my tongue bitter with aftersavor of supernatural,
Dexcavations encrusted by clouded delusion cataract mine dark eyes like hazel of superficial,
Don't pray, have faith, Belive and ReLive.

I miss the shelter of your beautiful ebony hair,
when you dropped down from the atmosphere,
Coming closer and closer, until we were face to face,
Your onyx mane tickling down the side of my cheeks,
Hiding us from the world, like closed curtains before an anticipated play.

Sitting in solitude with nothing but nature for company,
One realizes exactly how beautiful the mother’s symphony,
Flashes of lightning scatter through,
And tickle every plump cumulonimbus cloud they go to,
Deep rumblings of laughter soon echo,
As if a baby playing peek-a-boo,
The pitter-patter of a million rain drops crashing,
Turns the ground into a giant drum constantly bashing,
The wind directing the massive concerto,
Moving and pushing the music literally, where the wind blows,
Resting on an old squeaky rocking chair,
I close my eyes and wish, you were here.

In this world there is content,
Not peace resulting from ignorance,
But from of a constant epiphany,
A continuous period of bliss.
With No presumptions towards secrecy,
And the Creation of lies, forgotten.

A world with no language,
No value given to specific vibrations,
But, value of conceptual understandings,
Portraying only pure… hmm what’s the word??
Idea, thought, concept, want, need, feeling, mood, attitude, intention
Alas, the flaw of words.

A world with no idolization,
Presence of worship missing,
Useless notions of transcendence
And false beliefs of punishment, lost,
Without fabrication through
Generations of distortion,
And lack of interest towards justifying mysteries,
But only understanding.

A world with no usury,
No additional value given,
To luminescent objects which capture attention,
And  marvel towards possessions of large stature,
But, in a world of such nothings,
What is?

A world of simplicity,
A pursuit of self awareness and want of betterment,
Without intentions of grandeur,
Want of greater good, without hostilities.
Thinkers, always in pursuit of truth.

In this world there is content,
There is not war,
There is no religion,
There is no frail mind,
There is no necessity of grandeur.
There is no truth or lie, just understanding,
In this world there are no humans.