Two strange hearts, they are,
Have just met in the busy street of love
With so much love noises around them
Yet they could hear themselves
Beating audibly in unison
Like two lost pieces connected together again,
Perfectly fitted.


But they have to fight hard
Against lips and tongue,
The interrupters and destroyers of love
Because from them come thousand questions
Of another heart’s existence;
‘How old are you, heart?’
‘What’s your annual earning?’
‘Where are you from?’
And the questions go on forever.

The hearts come pleading to the lips and tongue
‘Sometime, for love’s sake,
Be silent, oh lips and tongue! And leave us alone!
Let us beat heartily at our present found moment
Of love and happiness;
The body needs the most.

Resume,
Continue,
I like the way you speak!
Interrupters interrupting, yes,
But they can't make this bond weak.

Best friend,
Dear friend,
I know you oh so well!
I swear, I could recognize
the back of your head from anywhere

Blinking through the hard parts,
But going forward nonetheless,
Let's continue this conversation
Without judgement or duress

Gold: What a perilous color
If you knew me you would complete this sentence: The dance of my hands...

Take away the ornamentals
If you were a maze I’d keep
the funnel going
And leave you on the ground
You keep trying
How can I refuse this history
Your eyes on me
In the times
I didn’t even know
I was scared

Metaphor of the golden chair:
Grounding in the chair
Stability and steadiness

The chair
A stained engraver of wisdom
A distanced observer
never goes away
It levitates
without a floor
There can be no door

Sat in the corner with a cushion under
the past
Do we spin and spin until we’re settled?

A sand dune still smiles
even
in its discomfort
Overhearing the conversation

Let’s talk about our night on the rooftop
I’ll I had to do was open my arms
Stick out my eyes tussle my hair
handprint my aura on your tongue
And still you persist

The shape of the chair
Obtuse and contained
Its insides are safest when left to its own devices shield itself from any interrupters
Sun rays spanning
Untouchable
Royal
Snakes
Guard the
Mysterious

Gift giving celebration
A secret wish
It turns on it sides
Still confident  
A Neon light
Fills my sanguine sensitivity

Can we see feelings that cannot be seen?
To felt feelings; the purest kind of seeing
This is 5D vision baby. I mean it.

Open the drawer this time
The chair will unlock your world
from the inside
Your mind
mind reads my insides
All over again  
Open it up
Unwrap the words with your lips
Now look up with your serene
chiseled
Face
me
You’re facing the other way
after you
read it
to
me

Makes me smile hard and true
like the lotuses laid calmly across
my *******

Let your glands embrace the message
I have been saving for you
genitalia secreting the flow

It’s more than that
There’s a layer left
To feel relaxed
Taken apart even in its sturdiness  
Above
the invisible ledge
Where this chair sits