Let's dance to the song of dawn
Radiate through space,
Erase the hastily committed mistakes,
Above the dawn shine, carelessly flitting.
And Clarence climbed yet another rhyme
To pass a question when you are near.

Harlequin leapt to her feet with a mandolin laughing,
And sang, “He dances for you!,”
Curling bands of incandescent viscera,
Dappled bodies sway beneath the bass,
Awake to the sensual reality of six experiences.
High above the canopy, in the cave of lost reality.

I want to paint this on your skin,
what prevents your spirit from trembling.
What makes your flavor fluctuate,
Is there something special I can serve you.

I came to you on two firm legs,
smoothed the covers, and lifted you from that bed.
You came with full breaths
Palefire, and unblended acceptance.

My frown will not speak of you,
but your pride steals the covers.
With a hurricane in your chest
, and a sadness that rips me to death.
I just realized my folly, five seconds after
Touching my finger to a false heart.
Took your polished please, without giving a thank you.

Brilliant resplendence of your redolent virtue.
Arms clenched, a wool sweater, bitter.
Leisurely cassette tapes, guide down to the truth.
The airy pleasures I have grasped at the heights
Match not the singular joy, in the cup of coffee in the garden
Of shredded roses, and bone carvings.
Favoritism, lies in the past, and it won't change.
What has been done, trumps what shall be done.
You won already. All I ask, is you guide me.

My hands and wrists, like leaders,
Gently wrapped around your skull,
So I can cradle that delicately invincible brain,
Mending skin and hair with perfection.
And this? This I will carve into the table that you took away
from loving me.
My love for you mirrors your footprints, into the infinity of oblivion.

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My essence has been purified
by chance, I must ask you,
How you are like this,
How can you do so much for me.

You're the reason I have been lifted from the pit,
and why my whole world, has turned to paradise,

I have no need for wishes,
The treasures of far flung kingdoms lie in my lap.

I already cast my spell,
And conjured the greatest spirit of love.
Amazement seeps from your fingers
And your counter spell
Holds me firmly,
I could resist the event horizon
Of a black hole,
Far greater is your gravity.

You are superior to any magic.
To thrive in laughter,
To give birth to mirth
To feel sheltered in affection,
Is to be loved by you.

Your name it does not matter to me,
I know you only as..
My Heaven.

Why must you pull at that
Thread of your pain
With your callous fingers.
You're unraveling yourself
with your lies of self doubt.

I once held a needle
That could mend your tender spirit...
But, I lost it...

Now that needle rests
Firmly in your palm.
You can use it right now
To sew yourself back up,
But first you need to
Stop pulling that thread.

Delightful visions of this bright morning,
Pray awaken to joys arrival;
Put to bed your nightmares of death and darkness
And allow these words to repair your cracked heart.

Ah! What is a nightmare before the dawns brilliance?
But an illusion cast before your eyes,
Only to be shattered by the suns clear rays,
Dispelled, before this immaculate future.

Such fleeting horrors, let them fade,
Do not let the chiding of scoundrels impair you,
Let the lovely beams fill you with cheer,
Together in spirit, we shall journey towards heaven.

Though storms may sour the azure sky,
If you and I walk together, the clouds will obey our command,
The black and menacing, shall be fluff, and white beneath our touch.
And If we wish to dance in the rain, it shall be so.

Together, we shall seize the day, with both hands,
And never let it go, even as night arrives, we shall dwell in brilliance.

I desire only to comfort you, you must believe..
Truly comfort.
Like the first fire of winter,
when you come in from the frigid night,
And collapse in the cloud soft chair
As the warmth of the hearth, restores your humanity.
Until, in every cell in your body, you feel renewed.
I know how to close the wounds of your spirit,
These scars you see, upon my soul
Were once gaping gashes, that oozed agony,
But they have healed,
Let me do the same for you.
I will take my time, releasing the pent up tension,
That has wrapped your tense muscles,
In gnarly braids, of stress, with my restorative touch.
I have several bandages, the bleeding can be stemmed,
And arrested for good.
I will kiss every bruise, and cut,
Until nothing hurts anymore.
I shall lift you to your feet if you fall,
And soothe, mend, and repair you as a whole.
Anyone could see you have been hurt before.
But has anyone ever came forward,
And acknowledged your pain?
These cuts, and scars you bear
That you believe
have made you the strong woman you are today,
Are holding you back,
From the pleasures you deserve.
As the pendulum swings
Your mood rises and falls,
And it pains me to witness your suffering
My beloved one.
You who bring such joy
Should not suffer so much.
Your past is marked and marred.
Let me be your future,
One filled with the full measure of pleasure you deserve.
I can not guarantee that harm will not befall you again,
But when it does,
I will be there to caress it away...
Because I am your healer.

Her words are more than words to me
They resonate long after her mouth closes.
Lips closed, yet her spirit says so much.
Her unspoken words, echo in my soul.