I feel like a drip

Course toes tickled the silked fringes

Willow brushes tasted the night

Watching it blow. Willow leafs' tips caressed nights glow
Swaying to the trumpet's  highest notes

Swamp like creatures lure in my shadow. Creeping on the moon's glow.

I feel like a breeze

Wheat meadows captured my essence in two breathes and one fervor

My growth hidden in midnight's blow.
Dampening the wrists to swim - breathe it's  green

I'm not every spirit, free - risking to capture a misted, darkening dream

Our hearts were placed in ovens
with the rotisserie setting set on lust

Unknown and known
Poetic terms that you
Delicately paint across
The screen

Unreal and real
Canvas 's
Flickering
Abundance

Is like n *****
Is a lovely simile
Is a metaphor for a fantastic
venture
Is a statement
Of falling in love
With your words
With your work
With the You
Wonderfully
Genuine
Foolishly
Aetheral and crystalized
Like
Snowflakes through air
Briefly temporal, anchored
On the misty treetops of my
Unreasonable reason
Slightly
Holding on those
Unleaved, yet loving
Widspread branches
To
Waver and yeald...within
Blizzards of swirling
Emotions
~~
Both
Burning
Unstoppable
Yearning
~~~
Of my and thine mind
~~~~
Growing from souls
Spontaneously, naturally,
Without a question!?

Rays of our universal consciousness
Gently melt snowflakes into the water
That sleeps and slides awaken slipping

Downwards the lichened tree barks toward The ground, appointing and connecting
North, South, East and West
Where they rejoice the seasonal
Foundation of fastbinding spins
between
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Thine and mine
Tiny dot particles asking eachother
Inviting the most beautiful
To appear