The Instincts of Innocence
Take my hand Love,
to where the stars hide
above the upper blue of hot day,
burning on the fingertips of Eternity's forbidden skin
waiting within the thin melody of ivory savagery
for us to escape the boundaries of silent imagination,
we must go to where they struggle for our blessing
we must see the symbol that we survive for high in their souls
listen to the age of their light, taste the wisdom of their words,
I need you to come with me to the birthplace of my love for you
I need you to feel the movement of our young future in your honest ear,
let them witness the love catalyst, launch between our heart bound eyes
and in the finesse of our body fire they will know the faith and furor of stellar success
as comet accents furnish the secrets of ancient suns with crystal hymns
reflecting the atomic romance burgeoning blissfully in the volcanic skies of our combined minds -
J.A.B.
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