There is a deep seeded desire for
eloquence about the populations of the
air flow that gazes unhinged
toward the most exquisite love affair
uniquely brazen enough for all the
worlds to see; as even Luna pulls up to
watch being mystic and intuitive in
her own right; is hopelessly unable to
tear her attentions away from the
lustful dance between the shear
definition of feminine seductive
power & the unrelenting virile
masculinity of the heavens.

I sit outside in the throws of the
summer evening breezes and
view what can only be ascertained
as the most magnetic divine
meeting of all of my days whilst my
living heart beats within its cage;
& Jupiter meets Venus in a
fervorous braid.