that where there is no beginning mid poins or end and the cycle of our love is an everflowing crystalled aurora which shines as your oculus deep into my own bliss*i knock*i knock*i knock*there's no need to be let in the table is set and awaits my arrival but only through you, Oh Astounding Labyrinth , could I have ever lost myself here...
with ease it comes and follows and flows and carries and whispers;Â your voice.Â
                    d i  s  t   a   n    c    e
      the shadows. my fears. Â
i fill those voids with all my insecurities. in which. perhaps, there is. truth.Â
with ease, it comes, and follows, and flows, and carries, and whispers; your voice.
i shutter. Each night I have you. Each night.
Each morning. My chest falls as yours rises.
Breath.                        or                      Breadth.
How silent? how loud! The whole world feels it. And yet, here we are. Murmuring "I love you"s as silent and playful as children on the steps. Steps of truth. Of belief. Of purity. Of joy. E xp lor ing.
Playful. Joyous. Resounding. Sustained. Inherent. Wherewithall. Mackerel. It's everything and nothing, the way you tuck me in each night.Â
It's everything, and nothing. The lulls waking me each morning.
It's everything, and nothing. My mind racing, nearly catching up to my heart.Â
Why the heart? Why the organ pumping the life through this carcass? Why the heart? Why not my mind?Â
I won't give you my heart. You don't want it. I don't want yours.Â
I want your mind. That's where you are. Not your brain; your mind. Your ideas, your genius, your excitement, animation, all your emotions...
why the heart? stimulate of stimuli and means... these means...Â
it's all the same. which is the lens of moment. Which is the lens of our love.Â
E x  p  a   n   s    i    o     n     n     e    v    e   r   r  e  t r action
                  becauseyouCRASHintome
coming into you, into me, into her, into her, into him, you are me, we, we, we
we is not us. we is not you, we as weÂ
around. already there, as you soothed me...
"exact expressions of the one Soul. a
fulfillment of heaven's template,Â
Suppose we could iridesce..
How happy we seem. Even on ice. To be together.
Which is the price of gleaming*