when i'm around you
       i feel the slow   paced    bass   line of the universe moving....

i can hear the galaxies turn
      and the atoms cascade as waterfalls in my mind with your electric fingers tracing my spine.



I am lightning without thunder, but you are not thunder nor the rain.

But a swift wind accompaniment to my silent flashes,

Wrapping the electricity with invisible peace .

*Do you know how beautiful it is to have someone that want to work with you? To take you for all you are and still manage to find the beauty in what you dreamt to be your ugliest scars...

showing beauty in the dark....

( yes, it seems  you too are another good one who knows the value of darkness...it seems many of us who seek this path do these days) *

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We are
     the shimmer of light that reflects in the deep hollows of flute pipes      
echos around the womb like space of cosmos microcosm .

(I've felt love before , but this....this is not love as i used to know it..

This is a slow boiling , stewing and ripening with age mulled wine with toast and Camembert kinda thing )

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Did you know coincidentally , your name is in the number 2013
and if i recall correctly ,
13 is the year  i met you in.

It's charming how these clever little signals appear when i'm around you -
contemplating you they emerge , another experience.


........

But in my space , i see the purpose here too -

perspective.

Because when i'm with you , it's pretty much just you.

(and whatever room we happen to be in ) - sometimes other things do appear but they are easy to dissolve.
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we put definition on the imagination , sharing and the quest.... and that's one of the things i enjoy the most.

Peace x

You will only feel or see snippets of other lives at a time,
So depending on where you go or what you say
Something will trigger them and you'll feel it too.
I believe there are certain circles of people carried through your lives,
Whether they are family or you find them during that life,
It's the same souls altered slightly.

We have something medieval;
I tip-toe navigate my parents castle
While you bust me out of soul ******* walls,
We were lovers.

Again... another life, later in our years...
I was living in France and you,
A Swedish traveller man, courted me down by a bridge maybe,
Possibly the country and definitely raining.
Unlike like France, where it was free, simple and peaceful,
Medieval times for us were horrific.
Carrying much heartache and a very gruesome end;
Screaming for eachother as we were torn apart.

I for the lack of it
seek not fortune but a means to get by it is just being that i seek
emotions tumble
beauty is disregarded
a motionless failure
a notion bombarded by natures intertwining state of garden sunshine light and nebulas space i , an atom an atom am i , pull this forth , seek not the resides of man’s bitter games but feel the pull of fairy dust and sparkling stars

Dimension upon universe
our fantasies spill out in words and emotions,

Tame my wild mind and ground me to the earth
because i am lightning without thunder.

Unfurl my brow,  because it takes one less muscle to smile.

Ease my heart with 3 words...
Cosmic Space Pancakes?

Teach me about loving myself enough to say yes to myself and no to the people who were never meant to be mine.

Whisper your carnal caramel luxuries into my skin,

i guess you must see my scars as beauty.

Play with my hair so i can fall asleep on a floating bed of lotus flowers ,
Time bends at the flick of a finger or the brush of a leg.

We exist only as dust motes floating in a stream of light ..
Energies , manifesting as human for a while ,
Heartbeats deteriorating ,
Toenails growing ,
Idea birth-ers.

It must be the chemistry, or something in the air,
but i think with you i won’t be cold.

I admire your ability to see things through.
I admire your kindness and honesty.

So , one sunny winter’s day.
We’ll execute our escape plan.