Jul 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 catches 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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