The surprising secret
Shrouded in sweet song,
Rhythmic as morning.
The small whispers are glass.

A tickling bouquet
Of unending dead fields
Appear again.
I don’t believe without prospect.

His touch, sacred;
Cloven lips.
Together, I can’t
Feel homesick.

A dreaming surprise;
She does your emotion
Through heart memory,
It’s unfortunate.
"Face me",
Whispered silver seduction.

The soft beauty;
He does her song
Through a crashing existence.
I tremble,
Warm with
A certain, familiar aching.

Clear of color,
My edge is unknown.
The burning candlelight
Question shimmers in me.

Kaleidoscope vision
To the color blind, given.
I’m grey with envy
Knowing all your truths

But
       Being
                 Robbed
                               Mine.

Dizzy and dozing,
Color explosions
Pour into my pores
And fill my eyes.

Pixelated greys,
My color is a haze.
How unfair to be teased
By canvas within my dreams.

The silent winter engulfing me,
His eyes devour me.
Rhythmic approach from a
Seductive lover;
Strong edge, soft tone.

Surrender to wonder,
Soft touch, soft breath.
To know exciting texture;
Gathering you in like
The dazzling sky.

The wide warmth engulfing me,
His hands transform me.
Mindfully molding me like
Candlewax;
Delicate touch for a bigger picture.

Realize that the loving
Sea lulled my burning body
And its crashing memory,
Echoing with illusion.

Me, an obscure jewel
Hidden beyond the world;
Changing, wandering
Without form.

And the shore still
Spoils me with hope.