Euphoria of a Freed Soul
As I sit adjacent to you
You fill my mind with your carnal touch
Feeling the clouds
Tasting soil
You are the earth
I could be hypnotized
You have dared me to bare
Sneered away from tactlessness
Crawled towards diplomacy
It’s intimate, you and me
Your distinct scent and malicious eyes
Shifted my dry, autumn self on interim.
You have lifted incandescence
Searched inside me and feel me vibrate
I opened up, soul is flustered, our bodies bound
I ache for the butterfly impulse
The rush of blood from my veins to yours
We grew connected, caged in your ribs
You in every bits and pieces, I yearn for, I desire
Remain inside me, fitted.
You are a work of art.
Your art is a hedonistic mystery made of you.
The love we ought to beget.
A honing process between intoxication and sobriety.
I can no longer let go, I’m fertilized.
While the world decays before our eyes, forever in you, I subsist.
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