****** was like speeding through a euphoric galaxy.  
Completely unburdened by mundane reality.  
My mind dreams deep, but far from sleep.  
Desire drenched lips bring my naked petals a dew of bliss.  
Abandoning myself to you is a sweet intense insanity.
As you stare at the center of my soul
Devouring my untold.  
In an aching cocoon in the garden of my heart.  
The caterpillar of never, becomes butterflies of the deepest pleasure

Raindrops dangle from the gnarled tree's ripe berries.
Like suspended sparkling tears that revolt the fall.
As we falsely be merry.
Inevitably the teardrop will fall to ground.
Why did it cling so hard.
Below eyes of iris shards.
You might get an- oh be strong.
How dare you to peddle advice
Without ever standing in my shoe.
Tears hid inside veins, as words form lies.
A mother somewhere echoed- hide your teardrops.
Conceal your pain.
When someone asks how you are,
do they really care to know?
Pleasantries do not like mention of despair.
Once in a blue moon an angelic human creature may actually care.
To reenter the wound with you.

There is an extravagant kaleidoscope of galactic colors, in the paradox of your eyes.
The more human you are.
The deeper the universe inside.
We stand beneath a lachrymose sky,
that rains diamond pieces of our ancient lives.
We loved in a time before the birth of stars.
While the universe was cooling,
My heart grabbed into the depths of creation
to gravitate towards yours......

Ah, the perfect poem.
Does it occur when you are sufficiently ******?
Or when the agony begins to bloat?
Or when in cherry blood, joy floats?
Lies eloquently disguise truths.
Truth promenades as lies.
Poetic words speak to the roots that keep us alive.
Should it provoke intricate questions of the soul?
As landmines of resonance fill our holes.

I have arrived.
In the spaces between everything.
Suspended in both the sweet bliss and stark horror
the nothingness can bring.
I've searched  and scoured the astral plane
for pieces of you.
But your energy remains like a strange galactic dew.

Or do your soul's remnants exist solely
in the confines of my mind?
Is the universe really that unkind?
Don't answer.

There is never definitive proof that there is more.
I'm tangled in the eternal dissection of the mysteries
that hound my core.

I left my heart aching in awe.
In the care of the giant towering mountains,
that deafen even the crow's callous caw.
A collection of a million stolen breaths.
lay in a calm glory of silence upon the horizon.
To rival the most peaceful of deaths.
Stoic peaks salute to pierce
the cloud barren sky.
It is here that exists not a single why.
Maybe just an invitation to climb.
Or to stand varnished with astonishment
as the rising hunks of ecstasy
****** my humble eye.

Time sits in the golden dusk of the field,
gnawing away the days.  
Hungrily it consumes our lives,
the shaded moments that didn't count
or failures to strive.  
Extracting and devouring even the thickest
honey of happiness from the soul's hive.  
Break away memories from the edge of the day,
crumbs left behind make our bellies ache.  
For the non- memories, things we wish we had done.
Thinking there was a million more sun's.  
The echoes of all that was left unsaid, a lead burden,
if only a mind could be read.  
I must not waste a moment of time,
Live like tomorrow you will perish and die.  
In time, do not confide.
Just kindle you heart and it's wild blazing fire.  
Be alive in the moment, free your desire.