Feb 12, 2015


It is not your feet which runs, run to meet mine
removing my troubles with quantum pleasure
but, our belief that soars farther than angels
and our courage that blanket these aging bodies
in a permanent space of beautiful thought
an opening river of doors; a stretch of green meadow ensues
I’m running to you… motionless yet, feeling emotions
this infused power breaks the evening satire
seize the burning oil
without eyes or fingers,  our trust endures
it is  the dawning of the day; the beauty of a dove
It is deeper than love - my love
our dominant oracle inside  carnal minds


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