Standing in a vivid display with these sprinkling lights on your beautiful face.
The twinkling in your eyes, that lucid gaze, packed in tight with an elusive smile.
Led with assuring confidence, you wave your tides, with a concupiscent style.

I came before your petals had bloom.
The grass would assume that I watered your flowers.
I wasn’t responsible for that.
You found some way to deep aqua from the underground as naturally unsual it may be.
I just had my face in hand as your jasmine flowers grew.
As you became an astonishing woman.
A woman beyond measurable clue.
What are you?
An abundance of love.
A presumably undoublty covenant in the hope that you remain that angel that inspired me to be.
To be more than rain from above, showering with a day that you remain in your shell.
Remain unkept.
Dwell on the moments that the psyche doesn’t intercept.
We’ve normalized retracement.
Idolized the impact of a non-profitable commitment and I’m not one.
I’m not a human that strives on the wave.
I’ve bounced, I’ve danced, ive denied the logics but the population remains unsaved.
But I am with you.
I’ve been in loneliness but you’ve broken through.

Did we ever understand life?
Understand why some clouds are stagnant while others are in motion?
Why the Orion’s Belt doesn’t seem to change from it’s position?
Why peace must be attained by war?
Why there’s over a billion of us but the concept of soulmate seems so futile?
Why we pray for change but want to remain the same?
Why we don’t  acknowledge each other’s differences but want to be accepted?
Why love has guidelines but no one can achieve it?
Why everyone’s so infatuated with conversations that incorporate logic when nothing makes sense?

Plugged into your circuit board,
Nerves dancing,
Attached at the umbilical chord,
Push passing the cynical void,
The limiting moist,
The visiting noise,
Eclipse in the moment,
Insist on the phloem,
A prolific opening,
Resisting is coating,
The heart of a sonnet,
Dismisses the concept,
One...Two...Three...the inevitable poison,
Runs through my face,
Through my veins,
Your lips are laced,
Tainted with nectar,
Painted lectures of love,
A sensual objection from above,
From around, beyond, engaged,
I no longer am myself,
I am of two,
You aren’t you,
Because you and I are but one token,
A motion of tranquility,
Phasing through,
Fading blue,
With a sense of red,
Breathing in exile,
Conducting with abundance,
We are an inseparable crate,
A speck of pleasantry,
in infinite space.

Chills that engulf,
Fire sign love,
Lightning in writing,
this slow aching pain,
Music that bumps,
Silent cold flames,
Pointless aiming, blaming the same.
Humans.

There's a pressure in the side of my head,
The water that swooshes and drills the walls,
The pumping of erosion,
The lining that swells,
An ocean of hurting,
a river of death,
It is pulsing, combusting inside my big little head.

I feel your exponential face,
It was so eloquent,
It shivered the leaves that fell from my reach,
Those kindle speeches you gave,
A whisper from everyhwere,
In silence you were there,
You blew your heavenly kiss,
An enigma you are,
There's pictures of you and I on a wall,
Traveling the world,
In different dresses,
They are such a sight to see,
But sometimes the disasters you bring,
Kills me,
I will always love you,
Because I will bloom again from a new.