He kissed my neck.
And asked me to lift
my hair. He whispered
I love you in my ear.
And I felt my heart beat
hard from within. And
the blood boil under my
skin. I felt humming birds
racing up my spine and
flying from the hair I lifted
up behind. He saw the
beauty I had trapped in
my veins and eyes. He saw
the real me the day our
bodies touched and made
passionate love. A love
that no paper can handle
a love that refuses to be
tamed a love that can not
be simply explained* ~

Take flight upon the wistful breeze
mourn not the loss of mortal shell
let go of all with quiet ease
for those who loved you loved you well.

Then we shall sing a prayer for thee
a light to guide in passing peace
that you may rest forever free
as morning brings your souls release.

Where reverent suns are red,
I inhale a golden sun and hold the moon,
Floating in a cosmic centered bath

Dancing in ablaze of space,
Communing with sentient splitting stars
naked I have roamed among
ravenous red fire flowers in bloom,
lips, juicy sweet ardent wet fervours

Earth spinning, my dance be illusion,
To his kisses I forever weaved magenta trees,
Breathing earth’s day of vermillion,
Chasing samsaric robes, torn in
confusion, I grasp egolessness,
How I flickered black and white to and fro

The immortal swordless in his arms,
the awakened watcher in sky robes,
Yearning for star fields,
yet poisoned by the darkest snake,
Whispering, whispering,
his hallow raptures of

“Love”

─ © Arnay Rumens / A Sol Poet Ju. 112014

night
chase
the
spirit of light
to undress
herself
before
the
eyes of dawn