Reach out...you reach out, and touch me.
Your hands, never move,
but, still,
you cling, to the skin, of me
thrumming, against my chest
like an internal bass
as you resonate,
in symphonic notes.
I drink you in,
between thorns, with closed eyes.
Singing slowly, to the wild melody, of you,
like you were lyrics,
that my soul, deciphers, unseen.
Something about its timbre,
feels, like an incantation.
As if you were scribed, ancient
upon its raw, inner walls,
before I could even breathe, unaided.
And I glow, like the moon,
Because you are the golden sun, to me.
Hot, and sweet.
Warm, and resolute.
You wrap the green, of my soul,
in strobing auroras,
and purge the breath, from my lungs,
in a surging,
silent movie kiss.
It's your embrace, that makes me beam,
so brightly.
I am a grey rose, that bathes
beneath the luminous grace,
of your voice, and eyes.
I bloom, brightest
awash, in a colorbath, of you,
and you, are the astral heart,
that beats...that bleeds,
in rhythmic spasms,
and strains,
outside, of my own body.
I tent my fingers,
around the spire, of your blue flames.
Your spirit, roars,
lionlike;
a fire, that has never needed
the walls, of my palms,
to shelter them, from torrential rains.
But even if they should burn me,
I long to guard them, with my life.
Because you are, life...
you are a glorious spectrum,
of light, and sound,
that pierces me,
like a spectral blade
and a world, bereft of you,
is a dreary, mechanized dance,
with no music,
between spins.