Through the Eyes of Distance
Our love is a slide show of passionate events
having staggering moments which are only real in fiction.
Erotic signals jam together to make
imaginations of fantasy more concrete than natural elements.
I feel your inside, I respire your breath
our shared desires are because our souls are covered in one coat.
I’m so wired into you that our independent lives
stay connected through one switch.
Using the clouds of affectionate freedom as our play ground
is its simple manifestation when on;
shared tenderness promoting the low ranking calmness
over sexual desperation forms an interplay when off.
Clients of goodwill execute their propaganda of happiness’ varieties
spraying sweet scents of mystery and the colours of ambiguity
to a mortal phenomenon so supernatural,
like a tree of many fruits and a robe of many fabrics;
a kid with many voices and a top held by many hangers;
a stream flowing from many sources and a butterfly with many wings.
The dynamism of the propagation of our steamy flavours
gives reality a gracious bond to divinity.
Your world of romantic satisfaction
has made mine so affluent that
Gold has become more common than stone.
but distance has unfortunately brought me down
to my knees and made my head stay in constant bow
in intercession of when we will meet again to continue
this orgasmic character of rare happiness.
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