Light Body

My world is a great miracle of the senses.

A small island the color of exquisite things

and water blue-twirling-green it almost pretenses.

But miraculous....no– they ARE just pretenses.

Were I to turn the sky to glass, what brick would she bring?

I only know what I have seen and she’s my affirmation.

I will sacrifice karma, aeons of incarnations

to disrobe her, reveal her flesh as Theia;

to have her body’s sex for kalology;

for ‘Euryphaessa,’ wide-shining merge with me

I love her, lover pure light amaze,

taste her benedictine, oracles in her gaze

that show visions of an episteme.

Wide light, pure-possessing, she gives me

faith in a lost world, appearing like a vagary

of criminal kittens in the guillotine.

Let the beheadings reflect artistic expression

and the dream of the man in the dream of depression

change boring lives to dreams in wabi-sabi.

Home was anywhere you and I together were.

Lying on your back, I kiss your tumescent nipples.

I rearrange your every strand of hair with

beautiful brushstrokes of ghosts on the run;

trembling pianissimo frissons; urges felt in penitent fire

to soak your silk petal with my tongue.

My journey an unending momentum of verse

through the foudroyant envoi of your mind,

it’s my sigh; our quintessence. We are one

world concordant, we compose our home

in euphoria; I honeycomb your callipygian flesh,

gyrating the silk-white of your wet depths.

The draperies of your thighs, eyes of rain sprinkle.

You tremble in our ardor to expatiate faith: our avatar.

My adorning muse, my lodestar.