karmic cords of jaded ectasy.

i wanted us,

while we were still young,

to fall into embrace,

dark embryo

upon dark embryo,

scattered ash,

tracing the earth

with our karmic finger prints.

endless in this embrace,

dancing forever,

the end of time fallen

beneath our winged death.

how your spirit lay beneath me,

not even destiny can spare,

from ecstatic passion

in the womb of love.

i am yours forever.

i am unto you eternal.

i am without myself.

i am clear clear
like the crystal sun
cascading along
the rivers mountain.

i take home
with me
little birds,
the dawn of the splendid
sensations.

it starts with a question...

how do we create any soluble form with minds that are tangentially colliding? is it like stars that rise with temperatures and shiver light in the openness? we could speculate for days how there is every wrong, divine to the heat of pleasure. yet, in the silent silhouette of the night moon, all birth becomes exposed. are we naked yet? blanketed along the dark edges, this holiness is pleasant. bring me home sacred floral scents so i can roam in the heavenly fantasy that i am made of god stone. yet peeking through the shadow bushes, crackled soil upon heated metal, the roots have teeth and grow deep. i am no one for such laws, yet these ruins are crystalline structures in the heart of a Buddha sun. the confusion is fancy, but the desire for correction is more gorgeous than the waiting rivers of love.

too dark.

you think i am dark,
shadow to the wind,
neglecting the current,
it is within me.

you want me to drawn lines
in the sand,
impose structure,
on textures always escaping.

you want me here,
present with the glory,
i find the room full,
i am always sleeping.

you find i am absent,
lost to the sound,
embraced by the unknown,
vast unto the open sky.

how fertile the ground
within me,
no water too heavy,
my seeds burst through concrete.

i grow to the beat of light,
no shelter forms barriers
too large to break through.

all your structures
demand too much attention
to keep together,
there is no space for me.

expand explode my little star.

my love was too big,
for you
have no room,
no space left empty,
for the massive energy
created by the current,
within my soul,
memories longer than
lifetimes ago,
here winding,
you thought you would expand,
like tiny stars
into dust,
burst,
wished upon,
what's so scary
about expanding?

space body.

If we hold
to the body
for too long,
will it become
foreign space objects
recycled through time?