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| Passion Illustration (CS6) April 2018 |
There is a landscape
That marks the
crossroads of our hearts.
Conclaves of little
pickled elder memories
That have been present
for both you and me.
Footprints left in mud
After one has step up and above
to find the promise-land
that has now been flooded
with a feeling.
Not too sure of what it is
we’ve been dealing.
But the cards attest.
They give us rest.
Because the feeling is real.
Enough to heal the surface wounds.
Enough to carry
injured footman through lagoons.
Something that we can grasp.
Somethings we won’t ask
While we press our tongues
On teacups
Taking little sips
Gentle enough to
blow across
dandelion grasslands
That surrounds us
much like sand.
For miles runs a river,
blossoms combs
and foliage is speckled along
The horizon
wildlife roams endlessly.
And Love grows effortlessly.
All about is spread
green upon green
Valleys glossy
with morning dew
obscuring views.
Mountains snowy and pure.
The ocean of leaves
plays harpsichords
before us.
The twinkling lights strike
like matches in the sky.
Blankets of indigo
glittered and gilded
By stars
Who have answered
the questions that
You and I
Have asked of them.
There is a landmark
that points to the
crossroads of our hearts.
We see our fingertips
and pursed lips
that have collided
like the Big Bang
in the city skyline.
Collapsing like lungs
taking in pure pleasures of passion
and the way
that our hearts were
simply,
classically,
and untraditionally
fashioned for one another.
My complex lover.
Because the morning
light on your face
makes me want to embrace
your heart more and more.
Releasing all this
old grieving to allow
for the new seasons
to take a step on the floor.
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