MOLTEN STIRRINGS

Your Voice lingers,
In an Emerald Sea
of untold Feelings;
Your eyes awakening
scorch bright hues
of silent stirrings,
Timbre whispers;
soft, molten emotions
in purply blue swirlings....

As You run your Hands

through my Landscapes
of Velvet Churnings,
Wrest my gossamer Spirit
From its cool water Spring;
and melt it into paradoxical
Rainbows of Confusion;

I am torn; I struggle to break apart;

From shackles of Conformity
of Inconsequential reality
alternately forgiven and forgotten ;
then Punctuated into Anonimity....

When
All I want; is to
Flit like a humming bird

In depths of motionless symphony
And Whirlpools of sensory shimmery;
Awash in delightful waves of honey chiffon hazy

And

Dissolve in the
Magical Color
Texture of

We.