she moves to me
whether in a picture or sat against the sea
as a cloud she floats gently above me
the currents and the streams
her neck where sections sit
the way her necklace rests ever so delicately
her soft brown skin
through all this land
she moves to me

she is
gold
sunshine on a crystal morning
and pearls
silk
nothing
everything

she moves to me
whether its a mirror or stood against the sky
as the music the cosmos makes in our silence
the stars and the planets
her neck where moons beam
the way her necklace follows her collorbone
through all this space
she moves to me
whether its gravity or we as entangled particles
and we are in every moment as we are together
our quantum dancing
her neck where time begins
the way her necklace falls so gracefully into place
through all this time
she moves to me

I kiss her just below her right ear
and I know now is everywhere
and everytime is now
the sun and the moon
the spiral galaxy
the walls that hold in time
I kiss her just below her right ear

she moves to me
whether its the wind or impossible odds
as the dreams we hold dear and our hope that keeps us strong
our faith and love
her neck which i caress gently
the way her necklace seems to retire when she does
I kiss her on the eyelids
she moves to me

I radiate light my dear
Divine, milky, plus-size sphere
Mysterious femininity at my axis
Boys orbit my Atmosphere
But the brave land their ships
On my marvelous mountains
And equisite garden
I am an ambassador for
Mother Earth
Come taste the freshest rain
And view the prettiest flower
I keep secret between
The space where I can
Make fantasies come true

they told me to go get a life
and l got you

it doesn't hurt
its all in your head

time heals all wounds
but doesn't take away the memories

nothing is permanent but don't forget
love is also eternal

i. have seen
love. with my eyes
you. are that image from within

I know you feel you’re drowning
You’re lost in your own head
You’re a prisoner to your consciousness
Every breath is filled with dread
I know you feel it’s over
You’re fighting like you’ve lost
I know you waged the war
Without knowing the cost

You tell me all these words
To describe the mess inside
The monsters that devour you
The ways you try to hide
I don’t know how this ends
I won’t lie to earn your trust
But I do know this one truth
Even monsters turn to dust

.
… and the look of fear
co-existing with pain
     on a contorted face
that knows
it is in mortal difficulty,
as ragged fingers

     clutch,

          clutch,

at a fire they cannot reach,
ripping agonies react,
     to an enforced cardiac episode,
as blackness closes in
gravity heaves its hardest,
but the fall is fake,
a red herring in the event,
     and the weight of the world

presses down, searching,
retracts
waiting,
presses down, searching,
retracts
waiting,

as breath is given freedom
in exhalation to the light,
     that slowly rolls back
the pitch hue of the void,
returning back images,
feeling,
a new belief,

          and the fire inside quietens,

                    and the fire inside quietens,

to the intense glow
     of a burnt aching heart.



© Pagan Paul (2018)