I don’t want to flirt
I want to converse
poetically

I want a lover
who flows with me
who mirrors me in symphony,
our words, resounding musicality


I want to feel the magic
in the fabric of reality
as our hearts dance in unity
and sing the song of symmetry


I want a lover
who can feel me
the real me beneath 
corporeality


I want a love
that liminates the space
between us,
to erase the displaced grace
that separates Mars
from Venus

In this

e l i m i n a l  

traipse
betwixt egoic condensates
the fabric of what fabricates
could dissipate in haste

I want a love
that does not wait
to dive into divine
and embrace fate
behind the mind
when eyes
betray the blind


I want the poetry I know
to overflow
when love should grow
and intertwine


(Two Hearts Beating in Time)