the
stars
we
are
specks of gold
sprinkled
throughout
the
starry starry night

imagine having 'subjects'!
who worship u but barely
comprehend ur existence.

Let my fingers
caress the wounds
of your chakras
in multicolored beams
                            of light
stroking the vibrations
Let me soothe and
lift them
to their peak
strengthen the strings
of violin tenacity
Let my third eye open
and meet yours
for a dance along
the astral plane
our gaze forever locking

For as it is now
we are restrained in our
rectangles of glass
boxes of electric ecstasy
beyond beautiful,
yet
what I would give
to lay one palm upon
your heaving chest
in fiery tender
To brush my lips
upon the tip of
your eyelashed ocean
yes
meet me
lash me to you
let me tremble
into the
humming of
our lips

I’ll connect with you on the deepest of levels,
in the most common of moments.

That last second of eye contact,

will keep you up at night,

wondering why you haven’t ever experienced this before.

Even though I’ve always been here,

you have not.

So welcome.
This is my world and
 it’s the scariest of the safe.

The safest of the scary.
Trust is mandatory.
So how do you feel?